The Words of Death

Darkness shrouded in tears upon my face, as I watch the essence of my life fade away with every slice of the words, like a athame cutting the ritual blood line of life. Pain subsides in my head as I ponder death over life in my eternal soul, breaking like glass, shattering like a mirror, over and over again in a silent room unknown to those fooled by a false smile hiding my tears hidden in my heart as it cries out. Words broken like knives thrown against a wall of blocks guarding my happiness are locked away forever as a prisoner of poetry, written as a gift or a curse to my life , are connected like a life machine unplugged as I lye dying in my darkness, letting go of love and life mixed with lust and sadness. I walk through the mist, fearful of gettin too close to anyone or hurt will come as a plague upon my heart, breaking like the rain upon my cheeks mixing with my tears forever.