Crimson.

Razorblades.
My only friend.

I can't count on anyone else.
Sacrifice these veins.
In the name of life.
Torture at every breathe.
It is you I wait for.
Sitting on cold white tiles.
I pray for death.

She is my only love.
She will come.
I have written her name in my blood.

Pain is cold.
Almost Icelandic.
I wait.
But only blinding light overwhelms me.
Damn the light.
I am a child of night.

I know I am not dead.
My wrists ring out in pain.

I do not dare open my eye's.
Even though tears slip through the cracks.

I want to sleep forever.
But pain demands I awake.
It is my curse.

Reviews

[April Blue]

Beautiful but hauntingly sad... Nicely done....