She sits all alone with nothing but her regrets
shattered dreams held unaccountable
a room so black not even the light from the moon can penetrate
silk sheets lay upon the windows
waving with the breath of the nights heart
with eyes tightly shut she rocks herself back and forth
whispering to the calm
a razor to her right; pen & paper to her left
she sorts through her imagination
untieing her pretty red ribbon; her hair flows slowly down
placing the ribbon tightly around her small neck
from which the nights breath tickled
she wants to write a letter, but no words seem to form
weeping from defeat she picks up the tiny razor
gliding it perfectly across her pale white skin
ectasy building
droplets of crimson blood make their way down
to that one blank sheet of paper
as her last breath draws near she wants nothing more
than to be one with the chill across her skin
his love's abiding kiss
to her
is death
