Death.

Tormenting screams intrude the mind.
Arms all tied, both wrist cut open.
Twisted intestines in a deathly bind.
Rope holding the neck real tight.

Eye's are fading starring into time.
A crimson line flows down the cheek.
The body knows it is time to die.
The lungs take a slow breath.

The tears fall.
The black comes.
Senses dull.
It is no more.

Author notes

Its not really a poem or really anything. its been awhile since i wrote and anger has been an issues so ding ding this is what i got. so dont be harsh i know its bad.
Written June 18th, 2005