rose, glass, blood and shadow....

Chocolate in her fingers, but she smells blood,

Her eyes wide in confusion, searching…

But, for what?

Her hands felt like ice,

Cold, clammy and lifeless…

As pain takes her life away,

She starts to wonder,

“If I’m already dead, why am I still breathing?”

Black shadows of the night,

She blends amongst them well…

Knives glinting, blades seducing

Begging to be ran along her wrists

Wait… she heard something… screams…

Her own blood is screaming,

Screaming to be spilled…

It feels so hollow, so empty..

To be part of the world,

Yet, not belonging

Is that possible?

A shadow constantly moving,

She’ll disappear with the slightest touch

A white rose in a pool of blood,

Her beauty hidden beneath her pain…

A glass, translucent and clear,

One smash, and she’ll break..

What’s this?

A little beating?

Her heart’s still alive,

But… so… frail.

I wonder…

Will it die with the final stab?

Her heart withers like a dead rose in winter,

Her body moving, yet she isn’t feeling

Her lips talking, yet she couldn’t hear

Her eyes seeing, but not really looking….

Am I even alive?