Lying on the bathroom floor, Barely breathing, Feeling the cold tiles kiss me from below Lifting the razor Bloody and red, To continue its dance upon my soul. Out of reach Out of time Seeing the locked door rattle Screams from the other side Panic sets in I bring the razor to my throat Feeling the soft skin Slice easily under my grip My world drifting away The last thing I see Your face Crying as you reach for me The last thing I hear Your voice Calling my name The last thing I feel Your touch Pulling me from the floor As my breath slows And my hearts beating stops Goodbye
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:16:08 +0000
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