A brilliant hue, a darkening blue.
The silver dots parade the sky.
The falling drops, the pattering sound,
They all drown out my cries.
The moon looks down at me, stares, and looks away silently.
“Will you pretend too?” I ask. My voice a mere whisper.
It doesn’t look my way again. The cool air turns crisper.
The raindrops are racing on the pane; it feels as if the sky is weeping.
The heart-wrenching thunderstorm is my only friend.
It’s such a dark, dark night. The lights are flickering; they’re about to die.
Fresh liquid oozes out, and colors’ the pale skin.
A vivid blend of red and white; what a unique shading.
“He came again today.” I tell the walls; with hope they’ll understand.
I hope they’ll enclose me, even if briefly, in their arms, and protect me from that man.
This time I feel the pressure of the blade, it’s a little harder than before.
I feel it glide gently over my skin, leaving a thicker trail, than before.
He looks down at me, stares, and looks away silently.
I see the brilliant hue, the darkening blue.
I see the silver dots parading the sky.
I see the falling drops, and hear the pattering sounds.
I feel myself shatter, after his many tries.
I hear the raindrops drowning out , drowning out my cries.