Aug 11, 2005 18:14
A rusted knife lay on the floor
It fell without a sound
As puddles of my pain bled out
And collected on the ground
An image carved into my mind
A sight that hurt to bear
It seems that it was not enough
For me to try to care
No laments will be sing for me
A cry before the end
My lungs collapse exhaling breathe
I strugled to hold in
I've left behind the clues for you
There are no mysteries
As all the pieces of this puzzle
Unveil this is no murder scene
I have no regrets of what I've done
There was no other way
Cause with the breaking of my heart
All our romance bled away
From my friends and family I depart
The ending could have been better
But at least I have the chance to say
I love you and end this letter...