Deadly End Poem by william murray

Tears slide off my face as I read your messages one final time, as drops of blood falls to the ground, and a pool of blood begins to form around my feet, i lay in wait for the end. the end that is so close; but yet so far away. his blood filled cries can be heard throughout the house then a scream and a thud, its done. the end has come but not before he writes his last words in blood 'love is not worth living for'. his body lays in the cold puddle of blood, alone and forgotten.