Midnight.
When all the saddest things happen.
When all the screaming
will stop
and pain relieve...
Moonlight
coming through the window,
pointing straight into
the bloody knife.
White bed with
white pillows.
Girl, with tears in her eyes, laying on it.
Her hands,
covered with blood,
laid pale and silently
as the moonlight itself.
Not a single voice was heard.
Not even
breathing.
Cold wind
was blowing through
the open window.
Blood
was dropping to the floor.
Now she was gone.
