Spinning In Circles Poem by Dark Wolf

Water fillling up my eyes
as I lay here on this floor,
Behind a heavy wooden door.
A huge red puddle on the tile
fueled by my broken heart,
It flows through a slit on my wrist
oh how it flows.....
So fast and with such intensity
It makes me dizzy.
My vision is now blurred
My hert rate disturbed.
My labored breath flows
in and back
And as the room spins in circles
this cold world goes black.