The Way To The Heart - Poem by Polly Klomp
This is what you are; you have to live in sin
Was this what you want? Oh! Where do I begin?
Consuming all that is left of me, tearing out my heart
With this feeling we will never depart.
The knife is cold as it touches my skin; the knife is sharp as it cuts me open
I stab it deep, I’m moving slowly. The pain is kicking in.
Thoughts are running through my mind, while my eyes begin to cry.
Tears fall on the ground, as my blood drips from my hands.
The pool is getting bigger, my arms turn to blue.
My vision is vague and my head is light. The blood spurting out.
I can feel my heart, as I am reaching for it. I feel it pumping the last remains.
It suddenly stops and I’m losing my balance. On my knees I’m in my blood
The reflection of my face is shocking; this is not how it should have been
I’m running on empty and my brain is giving up. I’m running on empty and my breath has stopped.
My body is falling over, my head has hit the ground. The blood is still pouring out as my thoughts begin to disappear
My eyes are shutting, there is no way to stop. It’s over, goodbye I’m done for now..
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