Blood spills
As glass shatters
White tile turning red
Dreams of a better life
Fade away
As the last breath is taken and then disappears
No razor blade today
Just mirrored glass
That stings as it slices open my porcelain skin
Beauty dies when I don’t do this
Who cares who I effect
It’s better than living a lie
I could care less about the life I lead
Death is better than a mimicked hell on earth
That just brings more people down
©Writing the Rose
©writingtherose.com
14 May 2003
