Submissions by lizzie_69

I sit here.
Death in one hand,
Life in the other.
The weight of death,
Leaves my hand heavy.
The weight of life,
Keeps my hand floating.
The gentle flow of life,
Verses the jagged points of death,
Leave me in astonishment.

I sit back.
I replay my life,
As if it were a motion picture.
I have a vision of death,
A still life vision.
I think of her,
Life.
And him,
Death.
How beautiful a relationship.

I stand.
Alone.
Forgotten.
A figment of imagination.

I raise my hand holding death....

Back again.
Same feelings,
Same pain.
Blood spilling,
Tears shedding,
Racking sobs,
Eyes reddening.
Crimson blobs.
Stress relieved,
Rushing water.
Shes believed
Thoughts claughter
More waterfalls
More urges
Mom calls
Quick purges
Fake smiles
Screaming mind
Note piles
Everyones blind
To late....?

I walk alone.
Down an empty coradore.
My steps echoing.
Blood.
Trickling down the palm of my hand,
Dripping of my finger tips.
I turn into a room.
Surrounded by mirrors.
I stand staring.
Looking myself over.
Ripped jeans.
Blood soaked shirt.
Pale face.
Alone.
I picture myself back then.
Happy, content.
Beautiful.
Alive.
So full of life and love.
Full of beauty and grace.
I see myself now.
Sad, depressed.
Ugly.
Dead.
Filled with hatred and regret.
Filled with vile thoughts and horrid dreams....