Tears

He looks into the darkness

And sees nothing

He senses pain, sorrow

He reaches for the blade

And raises it to his wrist

He looks out into the darkness once more

There is still nothing, no one

He slashes the metal across his skin

And lets his tears mix with the blood 

Reviews

[Freckled Princess]

I really enjoy the format of this poem, it's cunning, clever.
Keep up the good work!