Dear You,
This is your shadow speaking...

Mask On:
happy...

She smiles
her face stretching into a grin...

I know your life is spinning
so very much out of control...

She runs the blade across her wrist
holds it close, her dear sweet friend...

Eyes of Blue
a Broken smile...

Damaged beyond repair
a body without a soul...

The Razor,
It calls to me...

Dante pulls out the lily
its orange petals...

From the ashes
of a Shattered mind...

Her Will is my own
I stand by her side...

Pull me up
Drag me to the Bathroom...