Death

by Chelsea King   Sep 8, 2008


Alone in this world, being sad everyday
With holes in my heart that nobody can repair.
Tears role down my eyes as the blood starts to dry
Not knowing how much pressure was on my knife.

That was it, the last cut of my life
It finally got to be to much for me
My heart finally cracked.

While they drew the blood from my body to lay me down for good
My heart skipped a beat when i saw a light up ahead and fire under my shoes.

It made perfect since that they were confused
Even i did not know whether i should win or loose.
So i am between heaven and hell
just hanging here on a thin thread
Realizing if i fall, i am going straight to hell.

With light over my head and fire under my feet
I begin to slop from the thread, i fall to hell
I just lay there as i burn to death
knowing i deserved it because of all the things i did on Earth.

Laying there burning, not knowing what to do
Figuring it was for the best, for everyone i knew.
Going down to my last breath, i think about my past
Realizing i was the end of all the pain they went through

Now i know it was for the best
For my death let them finally rest!!

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  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    I really like the way this was written though I can believe anyone that was falling to hell
    would find a bright side

    It reminded me of song that my nephew started Never let me into heaven

    maybe the bright side is that you are not falling right now
    I did not count off for the typo
    I begin to slop from the thread, i fall to hell
    because you must have been somewhat feeling the intesity of slipping from a thread
    never to late while the light is above our head
    but feelings are niether moral nor immora it is what to do with them that makes the difference despair is not the end but is quite dangerous and this poem reflects that well

  • 15 years ago

    by namless unactive account

    Great poem but for the record you and sharp objects dont F,u,c,king go together! so please let the above poem be fictional.