Falling, gone, run, dead.

Falling, falling, falling

Slowly fading into the darkness

The depression swells with agony

As do the cuts

That my razor creates in the most beautiful of art I have ever did see

On the pale white ghost skin that is now dripping with red

Oh how the blood pops of the surface and drips to the ground

So beautiful, so delightful

The only ounce of happiness I get from my day

Slowly goes away as the night comes in

My walls begin to cave

I get stronger

Hold it all in

Making it worse

Gone, gone, gone

I'm all gone

Wasting as the days pass by

Closing into my sweet wonderful death I soon shall meet

Run, run, run

All I do is run

From my fears, feelings, and loved ones

For better or worst I leave

Dead, dead, dead

All of me is dead

The heart, the body, the brain

No emotion, no love

I'm better off this way

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I lot of feelings and emotions in this nice poem...:)