I DIE IN MY POETRY TONIGHT I SAY GOODBYE TONIGHT I COMMIT POETRY SUICIDE AS I CUT MY WRIST USE IT AS MY INK I WILL SPILL MY LIFELESS HEART TILL ALL THE BLOOD DRIES OUT IF IT WASN'T FOR THE INK OF BLOOD THAT FLOWS OUT OF ME I WOULD NOT BE HERE DYEING IN MY POETRY ONCE AGAIN I FEEL THIS RUSH THAT RUN... Sign in to see full entry.