You feel like doing it, the blade you can feel against your skin, the sharpness, the pain, the blade going in. The blood starting to drip, then you realize, your only giving in. Death is right behind you, whispering in your ear. You think back to the time before, when death was only at your door. Your wondering why you feel this way is it cause he's breathing down your neck? He pushes your hand down, the blade inside your wrist. You start to think of happy times, when life wasnt so painful. In life you werent alone. Then you realize death isnt there, he is still at your door, wondering who your falling for. Look out side your little shell, that no one in life can enter. The little space that you are in, make some room and let him in. When you do dont let him go, for if he comes he will not only take me, for he will take you as well. Dont give in.
Death At Your Door
June 2, 2009