Death

A sharp blade Slicing through her skin Drawing a crimson line Bringing her closer   Again and again Cuts getting deeper Her desire to die Leading her nearer   Blood pooling around Her body growing weak The blackness of death Pulling her in   She’d dreamt for so long Of this final breath Life slipping away Yielding to darkness   Her choice had been made Her decision was final Too late to turn back The knife fell from her hand   To escape from it all To finally find freedom She wanted to rest This had been her wish   Was this what she wanted? Could she change her mind? Was her final thought . . .