Poem

[trixx]

I dont have a name for it yet.




This is the last straw, the final blow
That takes my life and frees my soul

the life of our unborn children shall never know
because we distanced ourselves throught our show

my blood stops here, it will carry on no more
as it sits in a puddle on the floor.

my jealousy is selfish and its best i move on
by the only way i know how and ending it all

When they lower the casket, when they play the sad score
I wont be present, because from this moment on, i dont exsist anymore