Crimson red slowly seeping into cotton,
Anger and despair finding their sweet release
A rejected figure lies there forgotten,
Bloodstained tears fall: depression's feast
Deadened eyes glaze over at the twisted game
A cracked mirror reflects a living ghost.
Soundless words echo in the candle's flame
A knife glints viciously in the hand of its host
Scarlet drops trickle onto a half-filled page,
Violent words unfolding a tale of sorrow.
Pale moonlight illuminates a fragile face,
Defeated orbs flicker with no tomorrow
Repeated incisions reveal hatred and pain,
A broken smile wavers; a teardrop leaks
Blood falling to the rhythm of rain,
Sweet torture is the pain's release
