poetry nite 2

More shitty moody edgy fake writing. I made this one a few months ago in about like 15 minutes waiting for a ride. Hopefully you get some enjoyment out of its unedited glory.

In my heart i hold much strain

For the knife causes so much pain 

I know i have no option left

But to press it to my neck

All i have lost in one treck

I slice my throat and hit the deck

See gray and tremble stiffly

My blood surrounds me swiftly

This isnt a way known for dying quickly

But the hurt wont hurt much longer

I feel myself feeling less stronger

My wound opening much wider

I start to see something lighter

A wide tunnel full of dark

I didnt expect such a lark

The numbness in my hands return back to my pulse

Is my action truly just false?

I pick myself up and stumble towards

I must advance forwards

Along the walls i drag myself

We make the pain we bring upon ourselves

Ever closer i come near

The light more and more appears

I start to slide down a slope

Now i realize i shall abandon all hope

While fire dances all around

For Eternity my hands are bound

But through this I found

As my ears constantly ring,

Even if I knew what this would bring.. 

I still would not change a thing.