PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Write my epitaph in blood taken from my bleeding head, pull the dagger as a pen and use it to write my last words.

Dieing slowly writhing pain, twisted stabing thrust again, do not cry I've long sence died, I was just a shell.

You gave me one more year to see all the things this earth could give, thank you but my time is done, sealed with one last kiss.

You wear my ring you have my love, I'll give you all I can, just let me please be there, let me shelter you.

I do not know what to say, all I can offer is my love, is it enough, can it save us?

I can't feel my heart any more, the pain is too great, cut my eyes shed tears of blood, when I had you I was great.

I am just a shell now, hollow empty, a puppet, is it wrong to kill a puppet, is it wrong to cut the strings?

Falling, falling into no ones arms, down a deep dark hole.

Will there be some one to catch me or will my egg shell life

shatter