By: Lisa Dunbar (Luna Lisa)
Because of you my heart is full of despair.
And death is now creeping its way into my bones.
My bones are cold. almost as death itself.
for death and despair is what I wait.
Now that I'm the only one left no one can hear me scream in anguish and torture.
As death comes creeping into my bones and veins.
For my body is nothing but a death trap.
As death creeps I get colder.
Then when it's my time to go death
Will not creep any longer.
Death is always waiting always creeping.
For these old bones are getting brittle and now death takes a toll.
A new toll equals new life.
And as for thses old bones of mine.
Death is creeping.
Death is waiting.
Death is watching.
I wrote this poem when I was about 18 and was going through some tough times. And instead of cutting my wrists drawing and writing seems to help.. every one of my friends thinks that it was creepy.
