Standing here

Screaming at my mirror

Contemplating all escape routes

From the prison of my mind

Bloodied hand

Amidst the shattered glass

Shards beckoning to pierce

The flesh of a lost soul

This is my blood serenade

Falling as drops of blood

Lull me to sleep

A melody of silence

Chords of approaching darkness

And a trill of death

So play for me

For the first and only time

The song of my oblivion

My blood serenade

A/N: "So after writing that sappy poem "Three Small Words" this is the follow up. Dark, dreary, angsty, what more could you ask?"