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Blood

I clutch my chest as the blood

Flows from my open veins.

Nothing can release me from these

Unbreakable chains.

 

I glance down to the growing pool

Of scarlet around my feet,

I should have known we could never

Make ends meet.

 

The gruesome memories haunt

My every thought,

Along with the unsettled wars

I constantly fought.

 

There was no excitement, no glory.

My life is coming to an end

As I tell you my story.

I drop to my knees in the object that

 

Rought me life,

And remember the need to

End it with that taunting knife.

I scream out in pleasure at the thought

 

Of my pain ending here,

The sweetness of death is all so clear.

I fall forward to my awaiting death,

No one will hear my last dieing breath.

 

I learn a final lesson before

The blackness engulfs my soul,

No one really knows when they will become whole.

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Written by
dakota-schmidt
German
Published
May 27, 2010
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