Razorblade Death
Falling,
In a down ward flare,
Falling,
Spiraling to the cold hard ground,
Falling,
As all animals and creatures are sedate,
Falling,
A cold dark glare,
Falling,
Is all I see as I hit the ground with a big loud pound,
Falling,
To the edge of a blade,
Falling,
To a razor blade death.
Copyright © Charlee Enos | Year Posted 2006
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