Tears of scarlet death fall down my lifeless cheek.
They make sorrow splashes as they hit the ground,
Echoing in the darkness of my heart.
I am alone.
Days are like nights,
And nights like days.
The comfort of the chilling darkness helps me through the day.
The pain of my memories is just enough to remind me of my broken past.
The dark days when I couldn't breathe,
Not even able to get through the day without wishing for shadows to come and devour me.
Those were the days where I crumbled at the thought of death.
But now I embrace those memories,
Wanting to remember them,
To live those memories.
But I don't have to dream anymore,
I can live those memories.
All I have to do is close my eyes.
And wait for the poison to do its work.
