This poem is dedicated to Mr. Yanni
A great teacher...
I walk the streets of pain, I see
broken glass of death...
I walk the evil nights, sleep the demons
way...
My bodies broke,
my soul is burned...
I'm standing above staring below
Watching the lights and city glow...
I close my eyes,
but I still see...
Take this knife,
Run it through my vein...
I've done it once more,
Embraced the end, no more life I want...
Like a white-hot point it hits me,
It burns as it breaks my skin...
The piercing screams as a sleep send me to search...
the thoughts of what happened back then...
I sit alone
with two pictures...
Slit slit
watch the blood run...