darkness

Die, death, deceased, all words I hear daily, gone, left, go on, all words I hear. Roaming around my mind, looking for more tragedy and emptiness to feed on, the devils of the mind making one insane. I can feel it consuming my sole and body. Overwhelming sadness pores down on me. I slash my wrists and blood pores out like a gushing river. I pray asking god to rid the demons out of my mind. I feel faint and drop to the floor in the puddle of my own blood. Befor I die I think to my self, death comes my choice of path. I die I am deceased, I have left spiritually I have gone, I will go on.