The hands of grim

Breathless laying on the floor,
tears raining down my face,
puddles of my hearts blood surrounds me,
bleeding a lie that was never met to be.

silence fulfills my ever desire,
cold hands reach threw the wind,
holding me ever so close,
filling the breath of grim,
i grow weaker as each moment passes.

Fear has stolen my heart and ripped it away,
eating at every tomorrow,
i silently pray for the end,
a parer that wont ever come soon enough.

staring at the ceiling,
my mind goes blank,
blood surrounds my every movement,
asking my self what i should do.

In the end,
i will have no fear,
i will hurt no more,
the pain in my heart will disappear,
covering my every mistake,
crushing it into pieces,
to set me free from this lie I've been living.

Laying breathless on the floor,
i feel the wind blow,
the cold hands of grim takes me to a place,
a place where i will have no way to feel the hurt anymore.