whatever i drank tasted

of stark white blood running through

a vision's veins,

of liquid envy,

of bitter white lies

and needles drowned in flames.

my insides were on fire,

an ever lasting acid stabbing my lungs,

filling them with a foul substance to the brim.

i scream and i scream and i scream,

yet nothing changes.

i can feel the rotten flesh clutching my arms,

eyes of stone and void gleaming with a curse.

i bleed and i bleed and i bleed,

yet it's never enough.

but with time the pain became dull

it didn't feel as if my

eardrums were being sewn anymore,

now it was only the gentle flap

of a siren's wings at the back of my skull.

the enchanted mirror broke into shards

of a watery mess and a light was pulled

in the centre of the darkness,

a golden faerie that couldn't escape

death's grasp.

i realised it was you,

my star-crossed lover

caught in the murky silver strings.