Death

by S R P   Mar 26, 2006


Death take me
I have not the will to live
I live to die
and I have nothing left to give.

Death,
once horrible sounds no more
I've given fairly
but taken poor.

Death take me
I'm on my knees
begging for release
The pain..
it's more than I can take.

Bath me in blood
take what I have
expel it all
with your wrath..

I raise my knife this night
to give the final gift
maybe it's not right..
but weary I am of this life.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Aure

    I really recognise myself in it, and how weird it sounds, it has given me some comfort.
    It has touched me

  • 18 years ago

    by xXxDarkDreamerxXx

    Woh! this was sad...... but a great write! Very original keep it up!
    -cheers-
    ^_^

  • 18 years ago

    by Something has a hold of me

    This is way good. i read a lot of your poems i likethem all very much I give you a 5/5 on all of them

  • 18 years ago

    by Samantha Jayneee

    Thanks for your comment =) means alot xx

    you're a really good poet.... and being a cutter isnt really something to be proud of. sometimes it is in a sick way... but other times i hate it. im ashamed of my arms and legs.

    anyway, good poem, like it alot xoxox

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