Tattered flesh lies over the wooden floor
I don’t know what you did, but the look in your eyes
Tell me you want more
Glass is shattered all over your skin
Watching the blood run its path down your skin
Surpassing me with jet-black hair
I can’t help but stare; you’ve changed so much
I just don’t what to do
The other day you were you
Now you’re not
Jet-black hair, darkened eyes
Just like a nightmare, waking up with cries
Black clothing everyday, what’s going on?
Am I a bad person?
Did I do this to you?
Tell me the reason you’ve changed so much.
Tell me why you kill everyone with your darkened touch.
What happened to make you this way?
Wait… don’t tell me. Please, go away.
Your body creeps toward me, knife in hand.
My blood incinerates as I weakly stand.
My back’s against the wall,
I’m careful not to fall.
My fingers reach toward you, but you don’t accept.
Closer, closer to me than ever before.
I look dimly as light comes from beneath the door.
‘Yay, I’ve won!’ I think solely to myself.
But the light just vanished and I know I’m on my own.
What ever provoked you, to kill oneself?
Because right fore you died, your weakness had shown.
The light from the moon can guide you to places great.
But light from the sun can melt you into place.
The sinful knife shines as moonlight hits its blade.
I just shriek as it touches my cold skin.
Quietly I fall to the floor, begging for life no more.
Your eyes stay on my body until the sun creeps up from the night.
Then you fade away, smiling at my body’s sight.
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