Darkest Days
By Unintended •
She wakes up in fear
Begging to sleep again
Hating the fact that she cares
Unable to stop the flood
She keeps holding on
Bloody, desperate fingernails
An attempt to stop the unstoppable
Using guilt as the compass
She lives her life like an open book
Believing she can stop the murder
She is blind to the evidence
His hands are already stained