To Late

This is how the world is. This is the truth.

Blood is splattered on the wall.

Love is what's killing us all.

Bloody razors lay on the bed,

Next to a body that's laying dead.

 

Scars run up his arms.

She says it's love that harms.

She says she only wants to die.

Oh God, why did he have to lie?

 

He wishes he could change it now,

To bad, he doesn't know how.

This is all wrong.

She's to far gone.

Her heart is filled with hate.

She says she's sorry,

But it is to late.

Author's Note

What do you think? Is it to morrbid???

Reviews

[Tenten]

its morbid, yes. i can praise you beginning imagery, its beautiful. very pessimistic and cold with a dose of irony, i remember those eyes, a nice piece just lonely i suppose.