The world burns me
down to the bones
my soul
a charcoaled mess
blackened
by the pain
that you have caused me
and the hurt
that i inflict upon myself
My mind
a bustling metropolis
of idea, thoughts, and horror
As i cut the skin
the blood,
thick,
warm,
runs down my palm
down my fingers
and drips on your still body
I have done nothing wrong
except for letting you get close
to me
So i continue
the blood rushing to the surface,
the blade no longer appears
under the pool that rises
with every slowing pulse
I lay on your chest
and give you one last look
before i gouge my eyes
for they are stained
with the vision of you
As i bleed
i wonder
where you were
and what you were thinking
that night
that you left me
alone
cold
in pain
I hear no heartbeat
coming from the body
that i lay upon
I know you are gone,
yet i speak to you anyway
Tell me now
that nothing can harm you
that you are stronger than anything
Tell me now
that i can never hurt you
Tell me now
how it was all a lie

I drift off into the blackness,
wondering if i will ever meet you again