It started with my wrists,
The deep gashes I made

Hands trembling
Scarlet spilling
Tears being made

With out hesitation
Without pause

My blood was spilling
Into the snow
Turning into a black pond

The razors slipped
Slick with blood

Blades falling into the snow
Tinkling like a wind chime
The sound was

DISTANT
and
INNOCENT

And I started going mad
started hearing sounds
started SEEING things

The snow was red,
The rain was red

Everything was red