Save me from myself.
Save me from love.
Save me from the end that
approaches to quickly.
I bleed,
I bleed.
My silent gasps for help
go unheard.
Help me,
Be my saving grace.
Everything slows
the slowest ten minutes of my life.
My heart slows down,
My breathing slows to a stop,
My sight blurs to nothing.
Your face,
Your face.
That would have been my saving grace.
Author's Note: This is just a poem I wrote. The moral is that love can be both your saving grace and the thing that ends it. No BBS killing, please.
