Acid Tears & Crimson Blood

Gabrielle Dunnell

I cry,
and it hurts,
like acid streaming down my face,
tattooing the trails,
ad they flow down my face,
and drip from my chin.

The knife stings,
as I slice deep into my arm,
I smile,
and the blood runs warm,
then I go numb.

The darkness fades away to black,
and my body tenses,
I can hear someone screaming,
far off in the distance,
screaming,
yelling my name,
I try to respond,
try to scream back,
but I cant,
I cant move,
I cant make a sound.

Then,
I realize what I have done,
and I stand,
looking over my cold lifeless body,
as you,
come and hold my hand,
and scream out,
and I do nothing,
but lay there,
dead,
in a puddle,
of acid tears,
and crimson blood.