Apr 28 2011
Dead
the knife silently falls to the ground,
blood splatters upon the wall,
as the lights begin to dim i hear a snap,
as the rope breaks,
i wake up covered in a sheet,
its so cold that i can see my breath,
where am i?
i don’t know….
a door opens as my mom walks though,
“that’s my daughter”she says
as the morgue assistant covered me back up,
she let out a faint cry,
just then the devil came,
to take my soul,
i gladly followed him down the stairs,
into my new hell
morbid
i love it
nice
very thought through