It swirls in the whites of my eyes, threatening to shroud me from myself, and drown me in despair.
Misery now defines me and my life.
Black ink spills from my eyes. In desperation, I write and rewrite my destiny.
The black slate remains black.
Crimson coloured curtains made of rose petals touch my body. It burns.
I drink wine from the glass you used to cut me up. Now the taste of blood enriches my soul.
Grey threads of confusion, tighten themselves around my broken body.
Your sins leave deep scars in my flesh.
The hold of my sorrow strengthens. Thoughts cease to make sense.
My heart too fragile to hold my pain, and my brain too weak to keep me sane.
Ravens sing me goodbye.
I delve deeper.
Deeper. Into the unknown.