The smell of red,
I smell fear.
Blood,
From a heart that’s bruised and beaten.
Alone,
The vision appears in my head again.
Crawling down from my cheeks…
Drip…one drop.
Drip, drip…a million more.
My tears that drown me in oblivion,
They won’t stop now,
Not after what I’ve been through.
Hanging on by just one finger,
Insanity drives me to madness.
I’m slipping off, already losing control.
The madness burns.
Scarring my mind as well as my skin,
Melting off the plastic, this leads to red.
This blood,
Is it real? ---guess again.
It’s just an illusion.
You can’t see what I see through my eyes.
You won’t understand.
Crestfallen,
It comes back; haunting me once more.
My fear plays in my head again.
Wanting it to stop…
I want to turn the torn pages,
Begin a new chapter.
-But the story ends;
As the pages are marked by me…
Blood is my ending.
And I bleed still,
Staining my bed of white roses red.

-Brit.