Pieces fall to the ground.
All colors fade to black.
I try to see my way through the dark,
but I have yet to find the light.
Hammers fall on all the broken pieces.
All goodness turns to pain.
All heads are bowed in silence;
the ground is soaked with splashes of blood.
I fold myself into the smallest corner
And hide from what has yet to come.
I will wait;
wait for eternity,
waiting for the bleeding to stop.
I feel like I’m the only one,
as if nothing ever existed.
I am ashamed of all my doings,
only because I have suffered.
I wish that someone could open the door
and save me form the dark.
Save me from myself,
save me from my world.
Malynnskie