Death,
it's looking me in the eye,
but can i gasp it?
~
I pick up the knife,
hold it in my hand,
just looking,
into the eyes of death.
~
I run the blade,
over my fingers,
and down my arm.
~
So tempted,
to make the cut,
but everytime i try,
i'm stopped,
by thoughts of YOU...........
: : end: :

written: 11/29/05

Broken Angel

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-33/