Holding back the tears,
looking to the door,
Facing all your fears,
Your minds inner lore.
How does it feel?
Like a razor through the arm?
Do you feel the skin peel?
Do you know your causing harm?
Icy breath on your neck,
light fingers along your spine.
The place is a wreck,
But to you it's all fine.
Blood on the floor,
pooling all around,
Now you are no more,
In the quiet essence of sound.
Words across the walls,
Crying to the empty space,
Watching as they ignore your calls,
Longing for simple embrace.
A tome at your side,
The story untold,
The feelings you still hide.
Dark chilling cold.
Eyes seeking you out,
Looking straight through you,
Filling you with doubt,
Making you question what's true.
Fading they lose there light,
laying where the blade once lie,
Giving up in the fight,
Your one final goodbye.
