You look at yourself

Seeing blood splatter all over you

Like you are a canvas

That needed to be painted away.

Your eyes drawn to the figures

Lying all over the floor

Noting you are finally all alone

With no one to care for.

Your heart finally went dead

As spark of your eyes burned out

With no burden no more

As you walked away.

No pain

No feelings


Since only got yourself now.

Just a shell

That can think still

But driven by hunger

To escape the burden of feelings.