My Last December Poem by Ana xxx

my dearest home I'm leaving to night
this is my last day
this is my last December
I got all I need now..

the opened window is slapping me with cold hands
the snow is drifting slowly
as I'm looking at the last view of my life
I got my knife loneliness, my pain
scars over me are pale

blood inside of me is still warm..
and my memories are still existed there
in my dry brain..
my soul is gone since years

I'm only pale flesh, sweat, and tears
I got all I need now to chase my dear soul
the knife is kissing me
upon my wrist my pure blood is taking his path to my dark room ground dearest home
I'm leaving without regret, or sorrow
I got my passion to escape

my blood is cold on the wooden floor
my last breath I'm breathing now
to warm cloud of pain it hit the snow
as I leaving it fades away