Death Is Playing Tricks With Me

This is about me cutting and what I feel about life…
I sing a song and shed a tear
For the end of life is coming near

I got the blade
I got the time
My heart gives me one more rhyme

I stab myself
Darkness comes
My heart swells and Satin won

I wake up in heaven
Or maybe HELL
There is no difference
From what I can tell

I feel something lift me
So now I think that I am dead
But then I wake up from this dream

It turns out that I am laying in a hospital bed
Surrounded by friends and family
And I whisper "BURN IN HELL"

Please contact me if you have any questions
O0summertime0o@aol.com

By Summer Pepitone
Published: 12/13/2006		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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