But I can't see.
My whole vision is a blurred, red mess.
My blood is soaking the string.
Dripping onto the marble floor.

Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip

There's a pounding sensation in my head.
It hurts, I cannot breathe.
I do not love you.
Get out of my head.

Out
Out
Out
Out

With a pair of scissors, I cleanly cut the string.
It loosely falls to the floor.
You stare at me with your big blue eyes.
It's like looking into an abyss, or into a twilight sky.

But it stings.
A bruise marks my finger where the string once was.
The starry sky is swallowing me whole.
I will never again see your pretty face.

I hate the string that burns my skin.
I hate your face.
It gives me a melancholic tinge.
I hate what drew us together.

But I finally broke it.