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Chapter 4 (v.1) - IT’S TOO LATE

Submitted: March 23, 2013

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Submitted: March 23, 2013




The blood, it runs,

Slowly dripping down my arm


The knife it lays,

Sitting still upon the floor


Why this happened,

I’ll never tell


All you need to know,

If anything at all


Every drop a release of what is,

What was contained within


My eyes are closing,

I can hear the end approaching


I can feel the stinging, the pain,

But this pain, it’s refreshing


A sign that I’m alive,

A reminder of what I am


But my life is slipping away,

Slowly escaping my being; my soul


My breathing, becoming slower

Breath after breath


My heart is steady, but not for long,

As the blood runs faster, out of control


The end is near, I can feel it coming

As I take my last breath


I can see it now, as it consumes,

The light, then darkness, it’s all upon me now


There is a fine line,

Between what is and what could be


But this, it is and what could be is now here

There’s not much time left,


The time has come, to leave, to go,

As I do so, I take my final breath


My body; lying still upon the floor,

A bloody knife, the proof


And the blood, moving cautiously,

As it covers the perimeter of what now is

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