my hands folded like a prayer
new rips of flesh
across my wrists
dripping off the table
on to the floor
into one big puddle
my blood
thick upon your fingertips
my eyes stare ahead
never blinking
no breath escapes my lips
no color to my skin
my hair covers the rest of my face
no warmth felt from my skin
leaving mystery to what
I felt
and saw
before I removed myself from this earth
no note to tell my story
the blood seeks across the floor
as if its in a to go some where
none of it stays in one spot
for very long
its like my body is a hollow decay of flesh
and the poison is leaving its host behind
the dead shell that is left of me
stays in its bent over position
staring at the last place it saw
my once blue eyes
are nothing but plain black hollows
my once full lips
are nothing but colorless lines on my face
