The spinning in my
head has ceased...

Starting toda the world
should be put on hold...

The famous Quote reads,
"You never know how...

The room was dark
and cold and empty...

Her wrists were staind red.
And the room reaked of iron...

Loss of words,
ideas and emotions...

How do you lose someone,
that you want to spend...

Her breath came to a halt
her thoughts raced like horses...

My poetry is dark,
no happiness is seen...

An empty hollow tunnel full of
still and mellow darkness...

She wishes she hadn't spoke those few words before...
But she had, and she would follow...

She was heartbroken, but laughed anyways.
She was sad, but she didn't cry, yet...