| I sit alone in this room of black unsure of myself I hear cries in a distance for help... But when I listen closely I find that it is only my soul... I am longing to become free... I am being smothered by my own soul... I passionately gouge the blade of bitterness in my heart... I become weak and out of breath... I am wanting to scream But there is nothing left in me to power me to do so... I am waiting for my end... For I feel it is near... Not knowing what shall happen afterwards... I take my last breath... I hold you in my last thought... And I wait for my soul to run... I lose all feeling And slowly I vanish into the dark unknown. Copyright �2001 Dawn L. S. |