Life is a burden
Which should not be carried for all of times sake
People say that 'life should be charished'
But I say the hell with it
What is life worth living for anyways
If you feel as if though you have no role in life
Except to be the nothingness you already are?
Waiting in the dark for the right moment
Waiting to pounce on them
And watch the bloodshed.
Splatters all over the wall,
On the knife I hold;
There they are,
Slashing around,
Trying to run,
And hide from their fate,
But what they forget to realize
Is that they cant get away
Because no matter where they turn
Their fate will still be the same
If not worse,
Never better.
I sit there and realize
everything that went on,
that happened;
I dont believe it at first
but i look on the floor,
and in my hand,
and on the wall,
and all i see is the blood
that i shed.
Tofur Damico
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-19/
