Death, <br />it's looking me in the eye, <br />but can i gasp it? <br />~ <br />I pick up the knife, <br />hold it in my hand, <br />just looking, <br />into the eyes of death. <br />~ <br />I run the blade, <br />over my fingers, <br />and down my arm. <br />~ <br />So tempted, <br />to make the cut, <br />but everytime i try, <br />i'm stopped, <br />by thoughts of YOU........... <br />: : end: : <br /> <br />written: 11/29/05<br /><br />Broken Angel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-33/
