poems by UAD

LAYING NEXT TO MY POOL OF RED,
WAITING IN VAIN TO JOIN THE DEAD,
TO BE DRAGGED INTO THE BLACK,
NEVER WANTING TO COME BACK,
BUT THE COLD, THE FREEZING COLD,
TAKES ME OVER MY BLADE I COULDN'T HOLD,
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO FROZEN LIKE I DID THAT NIGHT,
MY BLOOD WAS RED AND MY BODY WAS WHITE,
WANTING TO BLEED MORE AND ESCAPE THIS LIFE,
YET THE DEMON COLD STOPPED ME HOLDING THE KNIFE,
I TRIED AND TRIED BUT MY HANDS STAYED FROZEN,
SO MY HEALING WOUND I COULDNT RE-OPEN,
MY IGNORANCE DIDN'T SEE THIS AS A SIGN,
THAT EBBING AWAY WAS THIS LIFE OF MINE,
NO PAIN I FELT JUST FELT COLDER AND COLDER,
IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS I REACHED OVER MY SHOULDER,
THIS BLOOD AND THIS LIFE MEANT NOTHING TO ME,
YET THE FREEZING COLD WOULDNT LET ME BE,
FEELING A FAILURE I CALLED FOR ASSISTANCE,
WISH I'D WAITED DIDN'T WANT AN AMBULANCE,
10 MINUTES OR SO LATER AND I PASSED OUT,
MY LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN OVER THERES NO DOUBT,
I LIVE IN REGRET ABOUT THE EVENTS OF THAT NIGHT,
SO CLOSE YET SO FAR AWAY IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT.