I ran the blade
through my pale skin.
The blood came rushing
to color what was dull and plain.
I wanted to see myself
become an art.
I wanted to feel
how much it can make me satisfied.
So, I ran the blade not just once
...but I ran it through a million times.
--***--
Let the madness of the night envelop me with sanity I cannot find.
--***--
Good morning, twilight.
The chills of you are on my feet once again.
And the more I come to know the sadness you let me take,
the more I get used to it...the more I want it every day.
--***--
Let me cry the sunset
from my eyes,
from my memories.
I know, you are here...no more.
I need to ease the pain all alone.
