my blood a long silk ribbon tied by dread, warm, thick and red, it stains my wrists and hands, making pretty crimson bands. silver flashes through the dark, its edge leaving a deep new mark, the moonlight catches white pale lines. memories of an older pained time, soft casualties of a dark inner war, the blade promises no more pain. once a roaring fire of love...now just a flame quiet sobs fill the still the air tears falling telling of a life unfair remorse over her pain she wishes she was brave enough to cut a vein she wants nothing more than to leave this place but a memory of love and sweet face she drops her blade tears renewed she remembers now a warm embrace love soon flows lighting up her face a soft smile lifts her lips one's he had once kissed