This poem was influenced by "The End" by Bullet For My Valentine. It was something about the chorus that just made my spirit crumble and fall as I cried. It really hit me hard inside and I had to just write about it.


Satin's noose hangs in front of me
Dangling like the broken twigs of a dying tree
It just waits for me to play a game
The game of death
A card dealt by a deadly dealer
Myself
It awaits my end

The bottle lies empty
Like the form of my heart
So cold and black
It's lost everything it has
What was once inside lies spread across my bed
Small capsules that relinquish pain
Eyes of the future in me
It awaits my end

Slits and tips
Rise from the surface of my skin
My rotting soul being released
Out into the toxic air
Which I consume with each breathe
The knife played tic-tac-toe
X's and O's, hugs and kisses
Left from the reaper
It visits me with each Slice
It awaits my end

The the young girl that stares back
In the darkened shadows of the mirror
Isn't what I expected to see
Her eyes are red and weary
While her makeup runs down her face like the fear inside me
Those eyes, those brown eyes
Gives me a spine tingling feeling
Leaving me paralyzed from the mind I can not control
The person inside me withers away
Crying and schreeching
Fighting and losing
Hating and killing
She awaits her end