The Outlook Of Life

poem 5

Stained red is not only my body
But also my life
I can't see its so bloody
I put down the knife
Too little too late
It's time for me to meet my fate
I fade away
I fade to sleep
My last day
Life for others to keep
Up the stairs I must climb
1000, 2000, 3000
It's too far I land on what I hinkle is sand
It's the ground of hell
I thought that's where I was when I was alive, oh well
-awd