Thrown away into the win the paper flies towards the flame.
Incincerated, the ash becomes a mark on the carpet.
Time passes and the ash dissolves, never to be remembered.
Slit my wrists,
Let the blood fall.
I watch the river flow into the abyss.
My eyes become cloudy.
I cannot see anymore.
As my world drifts away, all I think of is you.
My razor-edged folly...
My bladed mistake...
I fall into my slumber.
I fight to stay awake.
