Final Serenade

by The Black Angel Lloyd Rose   Apr 5, 2006


I am trapped in this hell,
Silently screaming but, no one can tell.
I am unneeded; why waste my time?
Pain, bleeding and doused in lime.
I am here but I am beginning to fade;
This is my final serenade.
Why could they not understand?
Why must the blood pour over my hand?
I hope they know it’s not their fault;
Only I am to blame for my self-assault.
I am forsaken; take me,
I am me; you can’t fake me,
I am gone; you can’t save me,
I am done; death craves me.

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