Sick, chocking feeling.
Sick, drowning feeling.
Blood-stained blade,
Cold and pressed against,
Warm white flesh.
Eyes that haven't seen sunlight,
Are bloodshot now.
Burning tears of pain.
Burning tears of sadness.
Blood-stained blade,
Held by me.
What have I done?
My heart beats wildly,
The blood covers my hands.
Chilling screams fill the night.
Chilling screams of fright.
Blood-stained blade,
Falls to the floor.
The warmth fades away.
My heart beats faster,
The blood wasting away.
Staring back at me,
A reflection of who I was,
Who I am.
Blood fills my lungs,
I try to breathe.
The knife lays beside me,
The blood stains my hands.
