blood rushes out of my corpse,
the knife still tightly held in my hand,
there is no one close by,
no one to hear my pain- filled screams,
i died lonley,
no one near to me,
but then there are footsteps,
quickly speeding up to save my life that is long gone,
Wake up,
Please wake up,
I cannot lose you like this,
and with that he gave up,
tearing away the knife,
ripping his flesh to shreds as i did,
If I cannot have you on Earth,
I will have you for eternal afterlife,
his body flops next to mine,
dieing with his hand caressing my cold cheeks,
and his eyes looking straight into mine.
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The blood rushes out of the heart but the love doesn't
Poetrythe sadness that bulids up inside of me, so much drama happens that it just brings the saddest but best peotry i write. i hope you like this one.