Scarlet Roses
As hand finds blade, the world starts to fade. You are alone, and very afraid. You crave a distraction, to ease the pain. So you sit in the bath and you plug up the drain. All to shower in scarlet rain.
As blade meets skin, blood spills again.
Such a pretty sight, losing a fight.
A war with oneself. As skin splits thin, little scarlet roses arise and begin.
Trying to repair something so broken.
Starting with simple flesh wounds, already opened.
