Her world is teeming with black and white shades
Colors seeming to be absent
All emotion is void and locked away
The chains are callous with a texture that is metallic and iced
She has a vacant feeling in a hole within her chilled, dainty chest
Where this hollow hole is, should that be a heart?
The only indication of any emotion that hasn't been stowed away, is her tears,
She cries alone
She begs for her life to end
Or at least for a new beginning
Her tears run down her subtle face
They fall, dripping from her eyes to imitate minuscule waterfalls,
And they cascade into many streams
"Save me! This is a nightmare
I am alone
And I can't take it anymore!"
She pleas for an ending that may never come
She begs for a savior that may never care
For all that she knows...
She knows nothing
And so she bleeds and cries
The dripping of both, harmonize into one small symphony
Drip, Drip, Drip
The blade falls out of place in the obscure hand