• A scream
    Strangled by the dark
    Horror
    Sorrow in this bark
    White floor
    Now red with blood
    Pale face
    Hit with a thud
    Sharp knife
    The weapon of choice
    Slow death
    More pain to voice
    Blood drips
    A gash in the wrist
    Black eye
    Hit with a fist
    Empty
    No one around
    Silent
    No killer abound
    But how?
    All the blood and bruises?
    Winner?
    No, only losers
    Is it?
    Could it be me?
    Suicide
    Dying helplessly
    Last breath
    How sickly the scent
    Last words
    "No harm was meant"