Logan Rheinst - End

There's a constant voice, getting louder,
screaming inside my head.
Just give up, they won't remember.
You'll be better off when you're dead.

The knife blade beckons, this won't be hard,
put it up to your throat.
Pull it deep into your flesh,
and renounce your foolish oath.

Gasping for air,
you waste every breathe.
If you don't pace yourself,
this'll end up in death.

But that's you wanted,
you weren't strong enough to cope.
And now you've gone and given in to the pain
because you've run out of thoughts of hope.

See your spirit carried away,
drowned in this crimson flood.
Feel the suffering fade to black,
smothered in this rain of blood.



I don't know if i can still make good poems or not.: (i feel like i'm just pulling random crap out of thin air and throwing it down.

Logan Rheinst

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