How I love to see it
Running down my hands
The sweet sent of it fills my nose
The warm feeling of it flowing down my fingertips
It falls to the floor a puddle lies underneath me
I smiles as it mutiplies
My cuts getting deeper
The puddle mutiplying
I kneel on the ground and say one last pray
Father dear
I'm coming to meet you
I'll see you soon
For the night mare shall soon end
And she took one last grasping breath
And crashed to the floor
and mutters one last word
...goodbye
Her soul risen out of her body
For she is nevermore...