Death and it`s definitive end, <br />The closing down of love and pain. <br />I dream of this unfocused mend, <br />A release of an undeserving bane. <br />Repeated nightmare, it suffocates, <br />It`s been breaking me to the floor. <br />A life depleted, I`ll supplicate <br />And to this empty room, I implore. <br />Uselessness has me tied, <br />Wrists cut red with blood. <br />An unwashable filth inside. <br />So soon this suffering is done. <br />Beauty hides her eyes from me. <br />No splendor holds more true, <br />Than what secrets I must keep. <br />I now know what I must do.<br /><br />Brandi Guthrie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/committed-6/
