• Ever Pale
    as you lay silent, cold and pale.
    i think of how i could add some color to the ever pale room around me
    i grab my knife and cut. i see the red flow out from under my skin
    this is the color i let flow into your hand and dream you will get up and say to me what you always say when i am sad but you dont so i sit with a beautiful red rose in my lap while i think of dieing the rose starts to wilt it too is dieing with me i cut the stem with my knife as i dicide that is what i shall do as i raise the knife to my throat i think of people i will miss and then his face comes to mind i drop the knife and run from the room and he is there waiting ever so silently as i run into his arms i cry as i think i almost took myself from him