It's only a small sacrifice
To save our diseased world...
Pain surrounds my every action,
I cant handle it anymore...
If you knew the overwhelming guilt i felt
maybe you could dismiss...
I'm so tired of love songs
So sad and slow...
Misfortune's own flesh and blood,
Where my soul is locked...
I Feel It Hurt..
Burn Inside...
I lay in my bed on my pillow of
tears, underneath my blanket where I'm safe from...
She calls out to the blade
Who responds so violently...
The knife is at my wrist,
I am about to do the deed...
(This is a Sonnet poem. 14 lines, 10 syllables in...
Eyes full of misery, fighting the tears...
Life after death..
Filled with black...
Erase these memories
That are stuck in my mind...