Save Me Poem by Alex Night

It's a sharp pain against your wrist
as you let it envelope you.
It starts at your finger tips and moves up.
A smile spreads across that
angelic face I once treasured.
Those eyes sprakle as the other hand
inscribes your last words on that page.
Your last tear marks the final word.
Beautiful lids cover shining blue eyes.
The pencil dropp onto the page
and your right hand hangs limp
over your bed.
The angel is nestled on its bed
while blood drips from its wrist
onto the polished floor.
She's sorry she tainted your floor.
I rush in a second too late
just to see her eyes finally close.
I lift you and cradle you close to me.
Tears won't come right this second
until I see what you wrote.
If I had been able to see that last word
I would have been able to understand
and see the light.
But all I saw was that tear
and it was worth more than that word
even if it showed me nothing
but your pain.