The Ghosts of my past.

November 21st, 2008-At Peace

The blade has cut deep,

And at last I seep,

Into an everlasting dream.

The blood runs down,

And I make not a sound.

For things are not as they seem.

I shall not cry,

As I murmur goodbye,

To this world that I’m leaving behind.

Finally the pain begins to cease,

I am finally at peace.

In a state of mind.