12-02-13
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My hand shakes,
Fingers quiver,
Am I ready to pull that trigger?
A knife in my hand,
Preparing to make the first strike,
But will it cost me the rest of my life?
I don't know now,
But why not try and see?
It can't be as bad as it may seem.
I push down with little hesitation,
And a few moments later...
It looks as if the fates weren't in my favor.
It's been a while,
Since I've trodden down this path.
But some things don't always remain in the past.
Unable to stop,
The blade glides over my skin,
Again and again.
Soon blood is dripping everywhere.
Once blue now a dark crimson,
As I've been effected by the poison.
But I may have never known,
And who knows where it could lead.
As there is a first time for everything.
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To Infinity & Beyond
PuisiA collection of my poems. I usually write dark poetry, but you never know what you can find in here. To Infinity & Beyond. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © *Unedited and a Work in Progress
