darkfey

No Stop in Sight

A dark clock ticks in a black room.
The only light shines from the tears in his eyes.
His eyes, penetrating the wall in front of him.

Fresh blood falls from scared wrists
Adding new color to the wet carpet.
A carpet once white
Now brown with old blood.
Red with new blood.
Black with future blood.

No one to see him bleed
No one to see him weep
No one to help him stop