End Of Existance

As the pain of being concious
Kicks me near my heart,
I can feel my very essence
Slowly falling apart.

Waves of heat and exhaustion
Feeding at my soul,
Sense I've missed my exit, I must pay the tole.

Kicking and Fighting relentlously
I can see the flowing blood,
Pouring form a deep cut
And running into the mud.

Dripping down the side of my face
Red raining hard,
Standing like a soldier ready
Waiting in the yard.

Kneeling trying to keep upwright
Holding my head up straight,
Trying to keep my tears inside
Fighting to change my fate.

Blacking out but staying alive
Laying in the grass,
Lighter more tired I feel now
With such a heavy mass.

All lifes choices seem to come
But choices they are no more,
Eating my life, death takes me now
Taking me to earth's core.

-Melissa Foutch-
9/21/1998
revised:
6/9/00