Douglas W. Graham

Dark little secret

The knife is trembling in my hand
Constantly twitching to pierce my skin
My mind wondering over the abyss
Lost forever in the void you left

The blade is beckoning for the blood
Crawling trough my veins
Calling calling to be set free
Screaming screaming impatiently

The pain has taken my eyes
The tears are burning my life away
My heart is fading, fading to gray
There is no more to give

The cold blade touches still colder skin
Blood aches for there release
The pain the pain to much to bear
The fear the fear has left me to be

A single crimson drop runs into my hand
All this chaos i don�t understand
The way you destroyed my life
I could not make sense of it all

The picture of you still burned in my mind
Remembering all that we had
Simple just to disappear
Assassination of my sanity

The mark of a sharpshooter
The gun still smoking in your hand
You always had to be the best
To have the last laugh

The knife with my skinned untouched
Slips and drops to the floor
I am not going to let you win
Never ever again

�Douglas W. Graham

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