Tiles staind red

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Tiles Staind Red
They bleeding doesnt stop, but you no longer feel the pain.
So many last minute thoughts running through your mind.
It shouldnt have been this way.
Wasnt this suppose to be easier?
The porceline tiles stained, all you see is red.
Reality is slowly slipping away.
A feeling of emptiness is filling up your veins.
You didnt want this, not at all.
But you couldnt find your life again, and you were only in the way.
Sitting back against the wall for support, this has gone much to far.
Its too late though, your choice has been made.
Never again will words come from your throat.
And a single tear washes away all the scars.

Reviews

[Gavin Keary]

Very good. morbid, but I like a little of the macabre in poetry.