Dripping with no rythum or beat.

Blood runs, rearing back and forth down my

pale body.

Seaping into my clothes.

As i gaze into the mirror i see the reflection

of a figure.

A figure unlike myself.

The lips,laced together with blood stained

leather, enclosing their secrets forever.

Their eyelids were slaughtered from them.

Never being able to recover from its horrors.


Right then

....I lost my inocence.