I knew it I stink at poetry................... o! well heres is another poem if anyone is readin this please reply and tell me what you think..........



I hold the blade to the moon,
Watching it shimmer in the pale light,
Blinding me for a moment,
I cut, unmoving, watching as the warm blood flows,
Like a river, down my arm,
Into the Earth,
I cut once more,
Never wincing or crying,
I do not know how much time has passed her in this meadow of my death,
For Time is at a standstill,
I raise the knife for the last time,
Take my last breath upon this cruel heartless world,
I plunge the knife to my heart,
And my life is lost.