Sin

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By *Psychopathic Child*

My blood seeps around the blade the deeper I go It starts to flow down my skin It feels to good to stop this unforgivable sin But this time it to deep to control Sliced to the bone My vein exposed My wrist in ruins The blood flows and flows Weakness comes over my body and soul Can Hardly move I start to drift away And I think to myself That I finally decide To commit to that longing suicide My life is over No more pain No more sorrow Just sleep in vain Nothing left to complete Just the sorrow of my drastic defeat

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