Her trail of crimson red

Her footsteps silently crept
as she walked towards the door
her dark figure reached out helplessly
and touched the dried blood on the floor

The only mark there
that showed she was ever around
a soft trace of her crimson red trail
lay lightly on the ground

memories inside her haunted head
screaming for endless help
her broken soul wondered lifelessly
for a way to release herself

blood running furiously down
her porcelain white skin
there was no way
she could free her dieing pain within

her head burning for the thoughts
pain causing tears to fall from her eyes
she still stay lost, within herself
hoping her soul will no longer be alive

her eyes hide all the pain
in the depths of her soul
the blood on her torn paper skin burns
as her body grows cold

she gets up from the floor
slowly with her weakened knees
the dead girl starts to walk away
away from her memory's

her glistening teary eyes shine in the mirrors reflection
draped by her side her shredded black wings
she slowly walks down the hall
with a trail of crimson red, she painfully bleeds

* i'm writing a part 2*