Dead

Dead

A Story by Jane Doe
"

bah hah!

"

Cold eyes,

Pale skin,

Death grip no more upon my throat,

Blood spewing as your chest rises for the last time.

 

I stumble away,

I trip over my left foot,

I cry I want you back,

I don't care if you tried killing me I want you back!

 

Why did you leave me?

I thought you hated me?

I loved you, did you know that?

Why won't you come back?

 

My eyes rest upon your blue eyes,

So I close your eyelids,

No need for you to be in pain,

You are here no more.

 

My hands rest upon your cold pale skin,

So I grab a blanket and cover you up,

No need for you to be cold and pale,

You are here no more.

 

My throat thanks your hands for allowing air in and out,

I rub my throat thankfully and smile,

No need for you to feel bad,

Your not here any more.

 

Your blood decorates my clothes,

In my mind it's pretty red roses and hearts,

I thank you once more,

For not being here anymore.

© 2011 Jane Doe


Author's Note

Jane Doe
IM IN SUCH A WONDERFUL MOOD:D and listening to my favorite song by shattered core lol!
-baby:P

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Added on January 30, 2011
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Jane Doe
Jane Doe

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