Knife
Drip......
Drip......
Drip......
Crimson liquid on the tile floor
One hand dripping blood over the edge of the tub
The other clutching a knife
Te knife cloaked in red
For the first and last time
Shall that knife be used
Covered in blod gripped in her hand
Boom.....
Boom.....
Boom.....
Her faint heart peat in her chest
She smiles softly to herself
Not feeling the pain inside anymore
Knowing that her end is near
Slowly the booming seccess
There she lay cold nd dead
With a smile on her face
Her hand bleeding red
The kife now in the tub
Next to her cold dead body
Drip.....
Drip.....
Drip.....
Crimson liquid on the tile floor
One hand dripping blood over the edge of the tub
The other once clutched a knife
Now lays lifeless beside her
The knife used to end life
Lay next to her
Still covered red
Silence
Silence
Silence
There is no more dripping crimson red
No more beating of her heart
This is the end
Copyright © Megan Childress | Year Posted 2009
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