Light

There's a shining light that lies within

Hanging from the ceiling at the tip a knife

Crimson,

is my favorite color

When it's my crimson at the palm of my hand,
a smile graces my features

Oh how beautiful I am today,
tender eyes,
and skin colored in all shades of red

Serene is the reflection in my glass

More crimson, more

More

More

Scraping throat strings

Tearing flesh

A small giggle swept up with the winds of a chilly autumn night

How sickening,

is the light that lies within