Never Meant To Be
All alone, I'm sitting in a corner,
In the darkest room.
I'm crying red tears of blood,
My face is stained with shame,
As I inhale the stench of your rotting corpse.
A bloody knife lies at my feet,
It lays there, mocking my every tear.
Smirking at my every breath.
I begin to rock back and forth.
I stare across the room at your body.
The knife laughs at my fear,
The drops of blood shining in the darkness.
I see you lying, not four feet from me,
I see the smirk across your face,
You were breathing only moments ago.
In a fit of rage, I grab the knife and hold it to my throat.
One quick stroke and I will be dead.
Dead, like you. Who killed yourself before my eyes and in my arms.
You said you loved me, but then you were gone.
I quickly slide the knife across my neck and watch the blood gush out.
I fell to the ground and died slowly.
And when I awoke, you were with me once again,
And as our souls begin to fade, you say to me,
"It was never meant to be."
By: E.E. Smith
November 20, 2007
In the darkest room.
I'm crying red tears of blood,
My face is stained with shame,
As I inhale the stench of your rotting corpse.
A bloody knife lies at my feet,
It lays there, mocking my every tear.
Smirking at my every breath.
I begin to rock back and forth.
I stare across the room at your body.
The knife laughs at my fear,
The drops of blood shining in the darkness.
I see you lying, not four feet from me,
I see the smirk across your face,
You were breathing only moments ago.
In a fit of rage, I grab the knife and hold it to my throat.
One quick stroke and I will be dead.
Dead, like you. Who killed yourself before my eyes and in my arms.
You said you loved me, but then you were gone.
I quickly slide the knife across my neck and watch the blood gush out.
I fell to the ground and died slowly.
And when I awoke, you were with me once again,
And as our souls begin to fade, you say to me,
"It was never meant to be."
By: E.E. Smith
November 20, 2007