Cold, White and Red
Skin the colour snow. White clothes, but they mean nothing close to pure. Eyes that used to be the brightest, happiest blue now mask as a lifeless grey. Veins are clearly visible through the near transparent skin. Heart trying its best to beat.
A flash of red. Blood. Seeping steadily out of fresh wounds. The blood mixes with tears which stream endlessly from lifeless eyes. No one ever heard the cries for help.
Cold. Alone. Lost. Laying lifeless on the floor. Blood oozes endlessly from deep cuts. Beyond the blood though, a black inked butterfly drowns in a sea of red.
Cold... Getting colder... Leaving the world... Slowly drifting away.
Cold... Dead...
Not my own work my best friend missy_moo13 wrote this
