Death
Days by days pass us by,
Late at night, they come by,
As I long for death, in painful flight.
As ruby blood finds its way to the floor,
One last cut, I'll be free.
Yet the light that comes,
Doses not bring the hand to pull me tight.
The water that downt me for so many years,
The pain I feel is ceasing,
Then the light fades, the rose falls to the floor,
I'm unable to stand,
I run though the halls, blood falls, drip, drip, drip.
I ran to her, she grasped my arm to see what I've done.
Before she can say a word to me,
The black rose, of my life fell for the last time,
As I fell, arms grasped me tight,
When the blinding bright light,
The last thing I heard was a cry, and shout,
From my dear friend, as she shouted, yelped, and balled,
"No my dear friend this can't be the end!"