Dark lines
make their path
on my arms.
I'll trim
what's left
of them later.
A red
river will
then complete
what my beautiful
dark lines
began.
How I wish
you'd be here!
I know
you would stop me.
How I desire
that you come.
You know
my end is near.
There are
some gray patches
that block
my memories.
Come now,
undo them.
Don't leave me here!
Take my darkness
aside.
Let my breathing
subside.
One red drop
on the black
and the lines
will form their path…