Written on 11/10/06
I’m lying in this pool of thick, red, blood.
The outcome of this pain, from my eyes it does flood.
It continues getting deeper, with every splash of distress.
My body’s feeling weaker. Your picture I hold to my chest.
Your love for me is gone. Was it even really there?
How will I know if you don’t talk to me? Did you ever even care?
Now the blood has risen, up until my eyes.
It has run down my throat to choke me, to silence my undying cries.