Death And Dying Poem by Melody Morningstar

Death And Dying



The knife cuts the skin
Blood trickles down the arm
The wrist burns

Time slipping
Life dying
Pain decreasing

Pure bliss
Heaven waits with open arms
The light is warm it welcomes me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
***** ********* 19 February 2006

I think this subject has been done to death myself Melody. I hope your morning star shines brightly. 9 from Tai

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