Bleed to Death.
One Last Breath.
Struggling through these final words.
As haunting screams are heard.
The Puddle of red blends with the darkness of the dead.
I never felt so sane.
Two colors become one.
Revealing a new color of pain.
Whispers carve messages through the night.
Death is coming tonight.
Whats left to say?
bleeding to death.
I wont even waste my breath
Comments on this poem/writing:
|LinzAy (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, March 28 2003, 10:14 am|
Wow. This is really good Mr Ev....like it a lot!
|everett (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, March 29 2003, 02:38 am|
|Brenda Michelle (10.144.2.42) -- Friday, April 18 2003, 07:19 pm|
i really like this one too. it really seems that you were in alot of pain!!!! great job
|everett (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, April 21 2003, 07:03 am|
Thanks! and yeah you have no idea how much pain i have inside my mind...
|Cody Christopher (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, April 3 2008, 04:09 am|
I like your poem its very well written and it lets the reader really feel it.
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