Alive

the air is thick with fog

and this air is quiet.

theres no meaning in the moonlight

death lingers in the forest where i died that night

leaves fall and crack, they blow away and rest in the corners of my flesh

theres nothing like the silence

that drowns out the noise

your arms wont carry me home

you'd rather watch me rot here

as i go from flesh to bone

behind my now blind eyes

the visions still apear

and the only thing that shudders me

is your cold body lying here

why have you died here?

died here next to me

life of yours so empty

are you trying to fill the void

by spending death with me.

'wolfs' i cry, 'come and drag me away'

this fallen creature here beside me

is clinging to my soul that cannot rest

his fingers digging right through me

groping for the dagger in my chest

someone please carry me

to some other day

when i was still alive

and he was still far away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem a little while after I tried to kill myself. It's just pretty much saying that "I wish I never met you." You know, that kind of thing

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