Drip...

Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
Jagged cuts scattered across uneven skin
Crimson colour splashed against a pale background
climbing the broken tower with each cut made
descending between red and white
shiny silver, a Saviour to sad thoughts
sprinkled scars resemble the thoughts whirling through my head
relief finally found from a sharp object piercing my heart
with each drip
the pain dissolves
and slowly leaves me empty