Fresh Cut

Okay. This on was me feeling really depressed over... things. I really like it now even though I really hate my emo poetry... I thought it was beautiful in a sad way.

A Black rose on my coffin,
nine nails in the lid.
The scent of death,
fills you with grief.

The sound of crying,
the glistening of tears,
the love of those living,
the memories of years.

The horror of the accident,
the look of the drivers face,
as he barreled through my torso,
leaving a smear of myself in his wake.

That Really Hurt...