An Unfinished Apology

Diamond

Waking up, I do my daily routine

But something stops me, something obscene

Seven markings on my wrist

She's coming for me and I cant resist

I scrub and scratch

Strike a match

At first there was one

Then two

Then  three

Now I know she's coming for me

I feel her prescence,

She has no mercy

I feel her smiling and I hear her whisper

"Desperate to remove my markings are we?"

Fear takes over and I try to esape

But I feel darkness envelope me and so does my hate 

Im not dead, I don't think

But that might be blood I'm sinking in.

A/N: Its October~ Time for the creepy poems!

~Love Spade~