Poems

Death

Death

Yourself you are starving,

Your skin you are carving.

Skinnier is your goal

Blackened is your soul.

Blood leaks from your arm,

She wishes you do no harm.

Why must you make her cry?

This is why I must die.

As he screams,

You can't help but dream,

What would life be without me?

Perfect is what it'll be!

As thin as a twig you are,

You listen to them roar.

Taking a match and lighting the night,

You know you wont enter the night...