Black Water Rising

by missolimew

This is a poem that I wrote for my band. We are currently singing it just the way it is.. sort of like a Johnny Cash thing were we actually speak it, not sing it. We're just trying something different.

A big black eye and a razor blade's cut
Once again this girl's done a little too much
Singing herself to sleep with a lullaby
Hoping and praying today's the day she dies

The morning came sooner than she thought
Only more pain had the day brought
Crying herself awake,
Hopping out of bed with a shimmey and shake

Walks downstairs quiet like a mouse
It's hard to imagine this is her house
Blood stains and holes in the walls
Slowly down the steps she falls

Holding her knees to her chest
Crying once again over God's test
Rising to her feet, shaking the pain off
For her life was so rough

Late that night she alone
One the couch in her home
The tv had gone static
Thoughts through her mind hectic

Makes her way to the bathroom
Today was going to end soon
Picked up the razor blade
Slit her wrist in the form of a spade

Finding herself in the corner by the door
All her blood spewed to the floor
Her hazel eyes closed to the soft lullaby
Today was the last day she was alive