I saw Jealousy in my path.
He was sleek and smooth...

Death
Blood...

Black magic,
black as hate...

Sleep.
It's such a dangerous thing...

Die, death, dead.
All words that make depression out...

The daylight fades slowly,
light turns to black...

Crimson,
wet and warm...

Shadows creeping in my head.
The silence is overcoming...

Blood surging
through my veins...

I look down
into a pool at my feet...

Sleeping soundly,
breathing steadily...

My Love,
you wrote of how I don't love him...