leave me be, here to die
to rest with scarlet hail
falling sweet and standing by
noting disaster's touch -
bathing my soul and flying I'll wait
while soft whispers cross my way.

standing here idle with a desperate tone
my aweful silent laughter menacing whine -
nothing will stop this dreadful storm
bleeding my wrists and watching,
i'll naught wake tommorow morn'

further and further i slip away
crying for darkness to take me neigh
yet patiently waiting to save my soul ( you )
starving this evening, forever torn --
i'll end this madness with a drop of blood,
nothing can turn my path to light.

as the rank purple curtain falls over my eyes
i think how nice it would be to stay...
thunderous closure takes away the time,
for none is left to see you again.

don't bother asking how i feel this night,
i'll spill myself over the dark gray floor.
with bleeding hail crashing down my head
naught will i wake forever more.

05/07/2003

Author's Note: edited 2003/09/25.

Posted on 05/07/2003
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