By the bed post, saying the nightly prayer

(some of you may have read this poem on a different writters page. fear not, this is my work, and it was written under the name of Saint_Reaper. thats my old account and im moving some poems from there to here since i will shut that page down soon...)



as i lay my head at night
i start to realize
that each and every single day
i reach for my demise

blood dripping, its sticking
gripping me to the ground
i try to stand tall, without taking a spill
crippled and crumbled by the Eire sound

of bones cracking and snapping
tearing at my flesh
the life drains out  my feet
consuming reality with walls made of mesh

please be my filter
sift out the wrong,hold close the right
so i dont need the crimson knife
to find some relief tonight