Gone with the night

His skin so cold,

His eyes red with tears,

Sitting on his bed with a large kitchen knife,

He ponders his thoughts,

Should I or not,

But his thoughts do not matter,

The knife is at his throat and with a quick flick,

Well,

The rest is gone with the night...

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

I think you could expand this. Deepen the thought flow, it's a good concept but too normal, for this generation at least. Think about it, you could be a great 'writer' instead of just a modern expressionist. Goals are good for hope.

[Unknown]

i think sames a priyanka..well written.

[13ReasonsWhy]

so sad... the most emotional poem you have written so for.... with the exeption of Blade. :P