The Art ::poetry::

Drop by drop
My life escapes…
Drop by drop…
Tears from my soul
Drops of life..
Tick tock
The clock couting down
Thump thump
The beating heart slowgin down
Drip drop
Tick tock
Thump thump
Only i hear these sounds…
Only i feel this pain..
Only i know how to end it…
Tick tock
The clock still couting down…
Thump…thump…
The beating heart slowing down…
Thump…
Thump…
One more time…and it will be done…
Peace…i hope to find…
Tick, tock
Drip drop
The broken glass in my hand…
The cold glass…cold as Death…
I feel the glass as it moves toward my scarred arm…
Tick tock
Drip drop
Thump…..thump…
The cold glass on my wrist…
Im almost done…Im almost free…
Tick tock..
Free from this world…
Drip drop
Free from this pain..
Thump…..thump…
Free from this Hell…
The cold glass…my tool..
I feel the sharp point pierce my skin…
The web of scars on my arm..my artwork..
And the cold glass is my my brush..my tool..
Tick tock
For you see…
Drip…drop..
Suicide and Death…are an art..
Thump..
And the glass…is my tool..and this…
Thump…
Is my masterpiece
Thump…
And my grand finale..
Thump..
Drip..
Drop..
The art of Death..
This is my Art..
Drip..
Drop….
And this…
Thump….
Is my finale…
Drip….drop…
….thump…
………

By morbidVampiro

all that is left is pain...the cold... ...anything that resembles a heart hase become black and cold...