GRACE IN DEATH
Sadness engulfs me,
cloaks my soul in velvet darkness.
My melancholy as keen as the dagger plunged through my heart by your hand.
Red blood escapes from its pumping prison,
Sealing my fate.
My eyes linger on your beautiful face,
Made twisted by your boundless hate.
Blackness encroaches my vision,
Lining it with the cruel reality of death.
As my last breath escapes my cold lungs,
I can't resist one last, seemingly prophetic remark.
"See you in hell."
2006-10-30
10:49:58
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