The Last Dance (In Blood)

My emotions come out only on paper. This is a long poem but I encourage everyone to read it.
You're seeping red again.
I can't wait until you're dead.
For all you put me through, I should have shot you in the head.
You had a chance.
You should've saved the last dance.
You could have shown you love, maybe a little romance.
I would have let you run I would have let you go.
If you hadn't been so stupid, if you hadn't been so slow.
Now you're dying and alone, this, you have sense enough to know.
To hell you will eternally be enslaved, fly your name to the top where it will be engraved.
You felt flashing pain when you danced in the pouring rain.
You're bleeding now, and going insane.
The last dance was your last chance.
You'll find yourself in a bloody mess and in an awkward stance.
   By Amanda Ferguson
Published: 3/7/2006
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