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