Falling Poem by Crimson Soul

These Rafters Are Falling, Falling On Me,
As My Body Longs To Leave;
My Silent Yells, Are So Lost,
I Cannot Even Pay My Cost;
Of Blood And Bone And Love Entwined,
My Mind Can Only Sing In Cruel Rhymes;
Now My Voice Is Spread So Thin,
That Tears Themselves Cannot Leave My Skin;
I No Longer Have Any To Shed,
If I Did, They Left Me Dead;
This World Around Me Is Crumbling Away,
But What Can I Do? Lost On The Way;
Now I Am Burning, This Coldness In Me,
Just Beginning, It Burns Me With Glee;
It Ignores My Cries, My Pleas Of Pain,
It Continues On To Kill My Brain;
Its Icy Cold, Kisses My Cheek,
As I Start To Slowly Weep;
My Death Is A Favor That I Wish Would Come,
But The Weak Cannot Ask For Another's Fun;
Laughing The insanity Away,
My Crimson Blood Is Flowing, All The Way;
Cutting, Carving, The Blade Goes Deep,
Into My Bones To Forever Rest In Peace;
My Final Breaths Are Filled With Screams,
Yet Those Screams, Are Silently Left To Dream;
My Chest Stops Moving, The Blade Now Slack,
The World Is Still Spinning, One Less In Its Pack.