Anger

Death Arrow 
A half dead or am I half alive? 
My heart aches because its trying to survive. 
Still I'm here wondering why 
That arrow didn't fly f***ing by. 
Stabbed by a self-forged arrow, 
Is their any blood left for tomorrow? 
As my heart forceably breathes, 
My mind sub-consciously sees. 
The way my feelings died that day, 
My thoughts of you drifted away. 
Out with the old, in with the new, 
Rewriting my sub-conscious view. 
Flying, piercing, slashing, killing, 
This Death Arrow is really hurting. 
Spare me the half-thought sorrys, 
I am glad to not have worrys.