Moonlight,
so pale,
shines upon the floor,
following the trail,
that leads up to the door.
Skin,
so tender,
shattered at the surface,
a note,
to end her,
fighting isn't worth it.
Lips,
so cold,
tasting every tear,
voices,
once told,
to never leave her here.
Time,
that passes,
slows at every hour,
senses,
are failing,
and mind will soon devour.
Trust,
no meaning,
pain,
no bleeding,
vision,
too blurred,
and legs,
too numb,
i dread the end,
and face whats to come.
