Smile (poem)

Born to be strong
Raised to have to fight
Everythign was taken
So tonights the night
The blade to the flesh
The sting of release
Down on the knees
The blood starts to thin
The tears begin to dry
Down on all fours
Theres nothing left
But detah
The last thoughts remain
Of how life began
A smile is left
On the lips of death.

By Red The Dark Pirate Prince