I feel the blood rush down from my arm. I see red exit this cut. My soul pours out of these wounds. There is nothing left behind this smile. Burning inside it hurts my only pain, its gone iv turnded to ashes. All I see is darkness. My life flashes I see roses at my grave. No ones there. I see behind my coffin for I was never dead I was just asleep.
2nd version
As the blood runs down my arm,
I feel the red escape a gushing slice of my flesh.
My soul pours out of these wounds.
Emptiness hides behind a false smile.
My pain burns inside.
The burning has gone;
I have faded to ashes.
Darkness consumes me.
As my life flashes,
Roses appear upon my grave.
No one is there.
Able to see behind my coffin;
Yet I was never dead.
Only asleep.
kool i wrote something in my journal and it ended up that my brother read it and he told me it sounded like a poem, but i didnt mean for it to be like that