A brilliant hue, a darkening blue.
The silver dots parade the sky.
The falling drops, the pattering sound,
They all drown out my cries.
The moon looks down at me, stares, and looks away silently.
“Will you pretend too?” I ask. My voice a mere whisper.
It doesn’t look my way again. The cool air turns crisper.
The raindrops are racing on the pane; it feels as if the sky is weeping.
The heart-wrenching thunderstorm is my only friend.
It’s such a dark, dark night. The lights are flickering; they’re about to die.
Fresh liquid oozes out, and colors’ the pale skin.
A vivid blend of red and white; what a unique shading.
“He came again today.” I tell the walls; with hope they’ll understand.
I hope they’ll enclose me, even if briefly, in their arms, and protect me from that man.
This time I feel the pressure of the blade, it’s a little harder than before.
I feel it glide gently over my skin, leaving a thicker trail, than before.
He looks down at me, stares, and looks away silently.
I see the brilliant hue, the darkening blue.
I see the silver dots parading the sky.
I see the falling drops, and hear the pattering sounds.
I feel myself shatter, after his many tries.
I hear the raindrops drowning out , drowning out my cries.

I lay there, right next to you
I watch you, sleep the night through.
You whisper, incoherent words
I watch you, languid and undisturbed.
I want to touch your face, the contours, the planes
Watch the blood drip down our arms, mixing to create scarlet bonds and chains.
I want to hear the beats getting slower,
Your breathing shallow...your eyes dripping of fear?
"No, don't fear me. I've come here to save you.
You belong to me I say, no, don't try to look away.
I'll save you, I promise.
This is the only way I can.
I'll save you I promise.
This will work, it's a full proof plan.
It'll just hurt a little, but u can take that, right?
It's just an unfolding of a mystery, as we drive deeper into the night.
We'll stay together, till death do part us,
You and me, me and you. No minus, no plus.
Ill hold onto u, I'm not letting go."
He watched her the entire night, marvelling her beauty.
Soon she'd be all his, only his to touch and see.
Her golden hair that turned heads, was ironically turning hers
His lips on hers silenced all her screams, his rough hands ate her tears.
The sound of ripping and flesh being cut, the grunting, wasn't heard for miles
Her lifeless eyes stared up at him, not blinking, no response .
But he just lay beside her with a smile,
In some blissful, over whelming trance.

It’s been days, perhaps months, perhaps years.
Maybe even longer still, I’ve lost track of time.
Now it’s only about the pain, tears and fears;
The pain, tears and fears of mine.
I let the memories implore, implore me to feel what I do
Casting them a sideways glance, I try to forget them, as I try to forget you.
It’s too much to remember, too much to forget
Too much I have left to say, it all bubbling down to regret.
I never told you how much I loved you, or how much u ever meant to me
I kept drifting apart; to avoid things I knew I couldn’t see.
The stories you’d spin, fables, fairytales, fantasies
You’d pet my hair and put me off to sleep. The gently wrinkled palms and the painted nails
The pudgy fingers, so gentle, so frail.
Where are you now? Where have you gone?
I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
I didn’t get to hold your hand, for the last time.
I came home to a lifeless you, and people crying everywhere
Salty water wouldn’t leave my eye; all I could do was stare.
So, was that how it was meant to be? All gone in silence, all in vainThe clouded sky, the thunder, lightning and rain.
You left us in one fleeting moment, in situations such.
You left me crippled and torn; you left me missing your touch.

It's a sort of drug, you see.
A drug which once inhaled, is hard to leave.
Addictive, it conquers all.
It's so strong, you'll be appalled.
You learn to breath it in, let it sink and envelop your mind.
It'll, strangely, teach you how to leave everything else behind.



As the scarlet will coat your hand, the silver will stain red.
The beautiful, twisted lines, this time, are on your wrists instead.
They run deep, cutting barriers you'd never dared to seek.
Revel, child, revel in watching your masterpiece.