The last resource of a limited mind,
turning stars into drops of blood,
it drains my self away
leaving me out of control.

As I carve into my veins,
Attrition,
my last escape,
no wonders anymore.

I left all my memories behind,
but yours, your image still shines,,
in millions of portraits
inside of my head,
like ghosts.

Your image stains my blood,
reminding me of all my fallen hopes,
what I have lost,
what won't come back.

Your name lies under my scars
the ones left under my wrists,
by my will to die,
the wounds bleed out your love,
the one I couldn't return.


My Fault.