His footsteps clouded my vision
As I sat with the blade.
Reaching into my insides
Wrapping its silver around my blades.
Yesterday I lost my closest friend
Now I just wish time would end.
Yesterday I lost the life inside my heart
And now I must
Follow him into the dark.

Peace

Once I crawled up a tree
There was a spider in my hair
He wouldn't let go of me
He tried to suck the blood
Off the crease of my arm
...I knew he'd die.
He'd die.

Once I hid under the floor boards
I tried to escape my tears
But I found more needles.
More teaspoons of blood.
More reminders of my only love.
I ran. I hit my head on the floor.
It turned black.
Black.

Once I ran up a hill
I tried to make my own silence
But my heart beat a tattoo in my chest
And I couldn't run without tripping
I couldn't stand without slipping
I pushed the lever into my arm
I pushed the sunlight into my veins

Once it was night time
I sat in bliss all day
The stars fell into the ground
I tried to pick them up
They burnt me.
It soothed my aching bloodstream
I could hear it scream
Give me what I need.

Once I tied a rope around my neck
I only had one more needle worth
The slipknot massaged my bleak insides
Bleak.
I jumped.
Now I feel.
Peace.

So Long Before

"I can't hear the music"
On her hands and her knees, ears laid against
The ground
Feeling the vibrations around her she fell
It must have been that poisonous liquid
That made her stomach swell

Dread encased her skin,
Hiding the burn. The ache.
The guilt of her sin.

To the needle she caressed
Give me a case of the sleeping sickness.
The spiderwebs in the wall. Glared.
Drinking in her pain,
...'i wish the winter would go away'
She wished she would .......go away

To leave into the real world
Rob some sunlight.
Inject true feeling into her blood
Balmy nights go to waste
Synethic emotion, grips her
Veins.

Up he up there was laughing at her
She climbed up the wall
Spleen pumping blood quicker then her
Arm bled.
Down the end of the room
Her needle set the scene
Of where she punctured her arm so hard
She couldn't stop the bleed.

They were laughing at her!
The family portraits. Faces of those
She had long neglect.

Her hallucinations were etched
with a memory of before.
So long before.