Blots on a white rose,

Fragments of my anima,

Mild Numbness doze,

Blood that drips,

Clots that stick,

Pains that Prick,

Roses Bloom,

Roses die,

One who has lost everything can only cry,

Ways Carved,

Wrists scarred,

Skin now a freaking work of art,

Pains which never alleviate,

Tears that never stay,

Stories/Miseries which one can never relate,

Standing over the shores of Lethe,

Realize the loneliness,

Realize the blood-stains.

Wounds to be stitched,

Wrists that itch,

Mind still fixed,

Hurting and just hurting again,

No more crying,

No more screaming out of pain,

It’s alright,

I have decided to stay out in this rain,

Stay in these unbreakable chains,

Is that blood dripping from the sky?

Or from my veins?

Guess I will never understand.