In A World With Out You Poem by Aubrey Silver

in this crowded pace my wrists
are wraped in crimson lace
a thin peice of metal some how loged in the lace,
it was you who drove me to this end
no mater what thear wont be any im sorry's or it'll be ok's
my own life is a living night-mare in this hell hole known as a home
you anger and sadden me.
you told me 'my darlin with out you im nothen' you tought me to look in your eyes and feed me your sweet lies.
for forty days and forty nights