Sometimes I wonder-

What blood would look like-

On white marble shining-

Adrenaline pumping-

Knife is cutting-

Suicide running-

Then as I glanced-

Upon a sight as so-

A bright red puddle-

On the floor-

The knife in my hand-

God, I’m insane-

I love the way it feels-

Then I realized-

Blood on white marble-

Shining in the light-

Liquid so pretty-

Isn’t it just like-

Red Rose petals-

Bleeding down and-

dripping through—