An Endless Abis Of Poetry

This Evening.

This is just random soooo.

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She sits in a puddle of sadness,
Wanting death to take her home.
The cuts in her wrist bleed,
She cut down to the bone.

He lays in an abis of darkness.
Wishing his life would end.
The pills he took blur his faith
And death is just around the bend.

They can't see the light,
And their scars stop the fight.

They say it's okay
They say they're alright
Their hearts are heavy
And say they'll be gone by tonight

They both have wings,
That have been broken and cut.
Their halos have been covered
By blood and hate.
The evening is here,
And so Is their fate.

This evening is young
And the scars a new.
Death sits in the corner waiting.
Waiting for his cue.
This evening has taken two souls,
And I wish it wasn't true.

Their souls can now fly,
From the pressure of life.
The pill set him free.
And for her, her knife.