Cyanide

• Artist: xxNightmare_in_the_darkxx
• Description:
• Date: 07/02/2010
• Tags: fake fake fake fake

There she goes
walking down the street
every bowing at her feet
do the scars on her wrist
means theres no bliss
while hiding the killers face
trying to find her place
in the world of dyeing grace
she lets out a scream
the poison flowing threw her bloodstream
cutting off oxygen
full of adrenalin
A hint of almonds
She finally ended her life

Comments

[XxMissBellaxX]

"Every bowing at her feet
do the scars on her wrist
means there’s no bliss"
my favorite part of the poem, I also like how it ended differntly then most poems, or writing that discuses suicide. Death by allergy, morbid but well done. 4/5
it does not flow to well in some spots