-_-

[laceblade]

Yet another poorly-written, dark, untitled poem.

Frightened litle girl
in a dark room.
The walls are washed in blood.
Hers, and those she's dragged down with her.

Everwhere she looks,
it's blood and darkness.
And now blades
knives and daggers
Swinging and slashing
coming for her heart.

She deserves it, she knows.
The blades have reached her,
lacerating her heart.
She tightly closes her eyes.
But she can still feel it.