• Sweet smell of fear tainted the air
    the memories of sorrow and regret flood back
    her tears of black eyeliner run down her face
    as she brought the rusty blade to her wrist,
    No hesitation as she slid the metal across her wrist ,
    a stream of crimson silk ran down her arm
    and made a silky pool on the floor ,
    she smiled , a dark smile , as the crimson silk
    kept draining from her arm , her pain lost,
    she stared as the crimson ran down her arm ,
    still smiling , as she bleed to death.