From the Grave

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.