Thank youA Poem by WinterReally bad, sorry!Drops of rain strike my head As I sit in the dark cover of night on a lonely rooftop simple waiting for a man I once called friend
He is known to watch the night sky no matter the weather or his condition he is called crazy by those who know him they don't know what he can see
He lives alone and away from others he knows more than others from visions without rest the sky shares secrets with only him
The last secret it has told will be the last he shall see one of me and one of him one in the same and one of the end
I can hear him approch the door no hint of fear in his heart as he passes his final threshold gently the door swings
He steps out just as always I clasp the roof tight his heart beats once than tiwice I leap downward
Landing his head in my hand, his neck in my teath My eyes shut, feet solid on the ground warm blood running down dripping off his back to a pool below
A shameful waste but I can still feel the liquid stirring through my system the taste racing across my toung
as I lay him down face pale without blood the smell still controlling my senses I look to see a smile
A simple smirk across his face a paper rested in his palm unfolded to read within only two words "Thank you" © 2009 WinterAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 10, 2009 AuthorWinterNMAboutI really like writing ... just stuff, I sometimes write stories, I've recently started writing poems, I also like writing new things, and trying new ideas for writing ... or at least I think I do, lat.. more..Writing
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