Wow another angsty poem written in Spike's pov. It's a Spangel poem about when Angel left the fanged four. I hope you like it please review. ttfn.
Dust
Let this blood flow from my veins
Let me release my pain
My broken heart lies on the floor
You ripped it out like it was nothing more
Than a toy for you to play with
So I end this with a gentle kiss
Upon the knife, I'll end my torment
The blood beneath my veins sings its silent lament
And now I do what I must
I cut until I see dust