I hear you tapping on my door,
And lay back on my bed.
The crimson blade falls to the floor,
Stained dark with violent red.
As blood pours forth from wicked cuts,
I feel the end is soon.
I hear the door click softly shut,
And know I'm not alone.
I hear you gasp in disbelief,
And hurry to my bed.
But then it's too real as you see,
The bloodied blade so red.
I see upon your face the tears,
And too I start to cry.
I feel the weight of all my fears,
As you say your goodbye.
Then desperately I try to speak,
To tell you of my pain.
But it's too late and I'm too weak,
My efforts are in vain.
And now forever I will see,
As I serve out my fate,
Burned eternally into memory,
That bloodied crimson blade.

wow, cheers mate! lovely poem. Wish I could write as well as you.