A Fatal Night

A Fatal Night

The silence of the wind,

the pale light of the moon.

The urge to cut,

comes very soon.

Daylight breaks,

I'm still awake.

There is not much more of this,

that I can take.

You've seemed to scar,

my precious heart.

These cuts show through,

my weakend arm.

They all have a reason,

a story to tell.

That all make my life,

a living hell.

I cut so deep,

the scars will remain.

On my clothes,

the blood will stain.

I tell you a lie,

so you won't do it again.

I cut higher up,

it feels better I like this new pain.

Blood pours out,

its amazing I'm still alive.

I realize I'm tired I need to sleep,

I lay down and try.

I'm all alone

with no one to help.

I'm sorry to say,

I have cut myself.

Red blood,

spills onto the floor.

It feels so good,

I want somemore.

I do it again,

one final cut on my arm.

This time I think,

I did too much harm.

I start to cry,

I hit a vein.

The blood on the floor,

will still remain.

My blood goes cold,

I start to die.

My body is numb,

so there I lie....