• Broken bleeding you stand there.
    Broken pleading they watch here.
    Not bothering to help but watching as the blood gushes.
    Its like the painfullest death but slower its thrushes.
    The worst part of Deaths kiss is when it hits your closest.
    Never knowing when its coming but you know its your hostest.
    Broken and pleading tis I my broken heart bleeding.
    Beneath the rain I wait, waiting for death to consume me my soul begging for it.
    Pain passed eyes weeping as swift as it comes I now know there's more to come.
    Candles lit eyes abright and yet you know death is near its smell engulfing as children weep eyes overbrimming you know they see your pain try to stop it but its just so strong it doesn't help that your alone.