Plans Poem by Dislocated Heart

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..