Trembling Poem by Joan Johnson

I shiver in the corner
all alone i fear
all though i am not deaf,
there is nothing i can hear.
I tremble as i feel death's cold touch
as he scars my cold skin
right now there is nothing i want as much
to commit the most unholy sin

as the blood rises,
it will soon fall
i pay this price
to hear death's call
being alone,
i feel so cold
no one is there as i make the last cut
crying, screaming, bleeding
those beautiful crimson line streaming
i fall to the ground
blood is all around
i drifted into sleep
darkness surrounds me