night of the dawn..
blood seeps..
the violin plays...
darkness within those eyes..
The chance of saying good-bye.
the cold touch of a blade..
wrist out..
flashes of moments...
replay in mind..
asking.. am I willing to let go?
the release of something we need.. takes the pain away for that moment..
is it worth it?
the scars to remind you of each time...
yet I stood and I knew..
God is out there..
and theres better plans for you and me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem