The Little Boy

A little boy
Sits in the corner
Crying a stream of tears
And rocking himself

The blood runs down his arm
Dying his pale skin a slight tint of red
He watches and slowly begins to calm his racing heart
Listening to each tiny beat slowing

His world becomes a gray haze
A blur of spinning objects
His eyes become heavy
Slowly closing

His crying stops
His breathing almost unrecognizable
Heart beating so faint it cant be felt
He drifts off into a forever sleep

The Little Boy

LordDraven

Joined October 2008

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