It's you're sorrow now

They stare with eyes that cut you deep,
Their words they whisper start to seep,
In your veins they run so wild,
Until the nights taken your smile,

Their hands are digging you're six foot grave,
Where no one cares, if you're saved,
Every time you glance their way,
You're reminded, this might be you're last day,

The blades they run, crying as they go,
From the white, queen of snow,
You walk through the paths completely unknown,
It's a pointless life when you live alone,

Well here's to you, another murder, just another life,
It's you, who handed her the bitter knife,
With you're ugly heart and unbelievable morals,
I'm glad to leave; you're left with my sorrow.

[Not my best but couldn't think of much else]

Wrote on October 19th, 2006
© Samantha Jayne Reed