My Blood Stained Soul, Torn At The Seams.

I gently stroke my soft, smooth skin.
Then with one deep strike.
I release the poison from within.
And watch my crimson pain slowly seep into my snow white sheets.

Staring absentmindedly into nothingness.
As my eyes glaze over and tears fall relentlessly.
Tears of chafe mingled with my crimson pain.
Is the poison that I immerse in.

The loneliness that burns.
I fear the flames of those blood red candles.
Yearning for my demise.
I can almost taste the disease flowing through my veins.

Crawling through my so-called haven, alongside my illicit thoughts.
Waited for my awakening and your love.
Now I have given up, forfeit the game.
For I know the way life's game works now,
And I don't want to play anymore.

I've become a sinner, I hurt and I
harm,
All those who are close to me and whose hearts are gentle and warm.
Now even they can't heal me with their love.
For my blood stained soul, is torn at the seams.