A gleam of silver in the dark

by israeli-american

When a heart is broken, through streams of tears, all that can be seen is a gleam of silver in the deep darkness.

A gleam of silver in the dark

Looking at the knife

Gleaming silver and honed to a vivid sharpness

I begin to doubt myself

To doubt my devotion to my plan

To doubt my bravery

Am I a coward?

Looking at the knife

Gleaming silver and honed to a vivid sharpness

I am, ironically, reminded of a dark night

Reminded of my father's voice, rich and sonorous

Reminded of her eyes, as bright as the sparks

What happened to that fire?

Looking at the knife

Gleaming silver and honed to a vivid sharpness

I think of the letters

Letters left in a blank envelope on my bed

Letters for my loved ones

Will they ever forgive me?

Looking at the knife

Gleaming crimson and honed to a fatal sharpness

I'm sorry

A/N: I hope you liked it! Please review-constructive criticism is highly appreciated. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Do I look like Stephenie Meyer to you?! If so, get your vision checked.

This poem is dedicated to my friends, totallyobsessed and manme-chan, for giving me great advice and helping me get this up onto the site despite the fact that it's almost 2:00 A.M.(even though they're convinced that I'm going to kill myself. And I am so totally not. But then again, what are friends for?).