No vampires in this story,

No Edward to save you,

New Days, New Cuts,

With every step More & More you drain

conceal the wound, soak your cuts,

yet every time you breath you bleed,

Why? Who knows.  You look down but there is no cut.

Where? How? This makes no sense to you.

Unfamiliar light? ***? Oh wait.. We know this Story,

So maybe this blood isn't really spilling,

Maybe you're just dying,

Maybe this is you're soul telling you to live..