This Field Of Frost Poem by Matt Burgett

Emotionally battered and physically torn apart
I cut my wrists to see the blood drip down
Tossing the razor aside into a frosty puddle
With the blood gushing I start to fade

Will the rain wash away my pain
Or will I take a bullet to the brain
Now that the blood runs from my wrist across
Dripping into this field of frost

With My breath hanging in the air
And my vision blurring over
I fall down to my knees
And wish my life was over it's not fair

Now the angels in my mind
Are now gliding down in front of me
Treating my soul so kind
While singing there gentle melody

They grab ahold of my depleted spirit
And then we all start rising
My arms and legs hang free
I whisper don't let go of me

I open my eyes and see the light
I begin to panic and the angels set me free
Damning myself to Hell
For all eternity so it seamed

Falling into the darkness
I feel the chill of the shadows upon me
Falling faster now
I black out once again

I wake up back in my body
All freezing and distorted
A pool of blood in which I lie
Sometimes I wish I had just died

Drifting away now
Off into the night
I let out one final breath
And close my eyes tight

My soul drifts off
Passing the universe across
I stop breathing then die in a pool of blood
In this freezing field of frost