Seppuku(ritual suicide)

Times always moving
Yet it's all an illusion

Smiling at deaths face
Was my ending conclusion

Both knees grounded
Like roots of a tree

Experiencing this present life
Suspended all my dreams

I grip elegantly my blade
Cold as it can be

Peircing my abdomen
Blood is all one can see

I stare at the horizon
Straight as it can be

Not a tear is shed
For this is not the end of me

Waves crashing down as
My organs start to cease

I wish you'd be here
Standing next to me

Holding my hand as I continue to bleed

For nothing can stop this light from dimming

For my soul consumes this sword
A thirst for blood it may lust

At last my final breathe approaches
For rain drops start to plunder
As flowers start to bloom

Is this how death takes you?
Silent yet beautifully haunting

A scenery one must have to view


~grim~