A Soul Departing

suicides confession...PLEASE READ!!!

From a desprate heart,

or even a last cry for help...

A confession of a lost soul...

Wishfully grasping ahold of a life,

full of light and joy...

That I only find an aching heart,

thats bleeds its last pulse of life...

Clentching hold of  the anguish that reaps,

and wanting to take hold of anything near just to feel dear...

Only to see, 

that I can still breathe.

 

 

This cord wraps tight,

and squeezes it pleasuring grip...

With the sight that prisms,

slowly fading to its black with the lack of blood...

Yet I still breathe a feint feirce breath,

only wanting to let go...

That my life pulse to its hualt

while living to my last fault.