melancholy music fills the air
as i plan my beautiful escape
finding rest for my wearied soul
tonight i shall dance with my blade
dancing we twirl across my wrist
blood flowing, spilling out pain
bringing sweet crimson release
each twirl so eloquently agonizing
spilling out haunting memories
brings relief for this tortured soul
as blood drips from my sharp blade
music fades as the dance slows
but the blood continues to flow
collapsing everything fades to black,
i realize tonight, my sharp blade,
we also closely danced with death.
Silentpoet Grl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-with-my-blade/
