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A rhythm that begins when the heart beat ends
As the breath leaves the body
and the vains run cold
as they slip into darkness
their journey just begins
as this life they charrished ends

Ya i know this one is a little short. it is just part of another pome that didn't turn out to good.

When i saw you
as i looked into your eyes
i stepped off the precipice of sanity
and plummetted down onto love's sharp rocks
and as it tore and mangled my body
i wanted more
i became addicted to your voice,
i needed your warmth
every time you came near
my mangled body became whole again
and thus i step off the precipice again
i didn't mind the pain
i gloried in it, knowing that i would become whole again
but now, when i take that leap
into the precipice, as love's sharp rock's precipice, as love's sharp rock's pierce my flesh and dig into my bone
it also shaters my hope, and cuts my soul.
My mangled body dosen't heal
anymore, because you are gone.
as my soul scars and my heart bleeds
i try to clime out of that hole
to regain my sanity
but ebery time i see you my heart aches for you
And thus i fall back into the pit
and again i land on the rocks and the pain returns
a lasting pain
a pain that is almost numbing
the only hope i have left is that someday, someone,
can make my body whole again
that someday i can feel taht esctasy of jumping off the edge
but until then i'll lie here
with my body torn and mangled,
and i'll wait
i'll try to hold on

This is just a short story i came up with.

I'm fighting, oddly enuf, for my life. Why i don't know. I don't know where i am, it's a strange place. I hold a sword, a piece of hard sharp metal. The creatures i fight are hideous, I can't see their faces. I'm covered in blood. I can't tell if it's mine or my enimies. I'm in a whole lot of pain, and I'm very weak. But i continue to fight, why i don't know. I want so badly to rest, to just let them take me. But i continue to shove my sword through there flesh, and as my eneimes blood splatters into my eyes, i fall into darkness. I just want to stay down. But some one pulls me up. With a sturdy strong hand. They put my sword back into my hand and tell me to keep fighting, they tell me the battle will get better, that it will get easier. I wish i could believe them, but my hope like my strength is waning. The sword in my hand is so heavy. It's hard to stand, I keep slipping in blood and tripping over bodies. I wish so badly to join the dead. But I keep blocking; slashing, killing. I lower my sword for a second. To let someone in, someone I thought cared about me. I was wrong, apparently i was seeing things, in my weakness i let someong close to me. I then felt cold hard metal slide through me. As it tore and shredded my heart. the pain was excruciating. As i fell with the dagger still in my heart. I came eye level with the dead. And as i felt the warmth as my blood flowed through my fingers. Darkness covered my eyes, finally. The pain, the worries, gone. I open my eyes, the pain returns as the light comes into my room. It was just a dream. The dream seemed so real, so real. And as i got ready for school, i thought. it's not a dream, it is real. It's my life. So as i get ready to go to war, to fight for another day. To struggle for something I don't want. All i can think of is that feeling of letting it all go. The feeling of my blood seeping through my fingers as my life slips away. As i walk out the door, car keys in hand. Trying to make sure i didn't forget anything. Thinkin g of everything i have to do today. I can't help but wish for death. But as in my dream, someone with a stronge hand will not let me falll, they just won't let go.

Thanks for reading this and if u find any erros plz tell me. Later