Life... And Death


 The heart pulses

Blood pushes through the veins

Each mans own river

All carefully contained


The skin splits open

And blood rushes out

Pouring forth it comes

The life spills out


As death comes in

The heart begins to cease

To beat no more and

Give man his release


All gone is the hurt, pain, and tears

But gone too is joy and happiness

All replaced by

An eternal bliss


~Chrystal Swallows

Written on

May 23, 2004

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one wasnt about anyone, just how i was feeling at the time. Mind you, I have never and will ever attempt suicide. I feel that is a week mans way out, and I am far from weak. That's why I write my poetry because it is a pain realease.

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