From the Grave
As I stood and watched the dripping, splashing, and diluting,
my thoughts focused on the ripping, slashing, and pain shooting.
A knife bloodied, let go and dropped to the floor by my side,
anticipated the moment to arrive, the one where I have died.
I waited as I faded, and dissipated leaving my confinements view,
that vision of my lover waving, calling me to come through.
Weakened as I took a bent knee, sat, and laid by the knife,
the darkness came and distorted my vision, ending my life.