by Midieval Fantasy

Created on: August 28, 2009

<My Suicide>

I fall asleep

and dream again

My mind is made up

I seek the end

I look for an instrument of fate

And in my suffering I find the blade

With a lightened heart I decide

That such a thing can be my aide

From broken wrists

The blood does flow

Like the sorrow that only

My soul can know

More burning than pain

Does my body endure

As I go to the other arm

To do it once more

Weaker now-

Though I cut all the same

Allowing my blood tears

To pour out from the vein

As the razor

Slices my skin

I feel my life force

Growing thin

No tears will you find

On my troubled face

For I have finally

Found my place

I have no remorse

No regret or shame

Dying is taking me

Far from life's pain

There is no more hatred

Turmoil or grief

In death I am finding

My blessed relief

Awareness is but fleeting

Emotions are not there

As I drift between the worlds

I find I do not care

My life was lived in shadow

With the dead do I seek hope

No longer will I struggle

Failing daily just to cope

My breathing is now shallow

My strength receding fast

Every breath I take

Might well be my last

Consciousness now leaving

I softly say goodbye

For my Dark angel is beckoning

Within her wings I die.

I wake up with a start

Crying out in agony

And seek to make it real

Allowing the icy knife to set me free

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