Down the Street.

Down the Street.

                   ↓

Down the Street.

She shuffled her feet.

Deeply thinking.

Lost & Weak.

           ↓

Down the Street.

She shuffled her feet.

All alone.

Bitter & Sweet.

                ↓

Down the Street.

She began to run.

Run from the life,

that was no longer fun.

           ↓

Down the Street.

She made up her mind.

She made her choice,

to end her time.

                   ↓

Slash. Slash.

Her knife tore through her pants.

Calling to her.

Chanting its Satanic chants.

 

The knife she held.

In her hands.

So she started,

to begin her end.

 

Slice. Slice. 

Slipped her knife.

Slowly slicing,

away her life.

 

Drip. Drip.

Dropped her blood.

Down the street.

In the mud. 

               ↓

Down the Street.

Lay her body.

Azour eyes.

Weak as de-cafe coffee.

           ↓

Down the Street.

Came the screams.

Suicide stole,

a lost girl,

of only 19.

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

Really good poem. Your sitting right beside me :P It's sad... like I just said out loud to you.

[Kenny K]

Holly crap that aculty now scares me