I am a blank canvas.

of expectations and hope

of a translucent pureness

we learnt to project.

amid blank canvases

I was a stain

how can i remain pure and empty when you tainted me

slashed right across the chest

with one swift motion

too vibrant, too passionate

too harsh on the cold bathroom floor

ON THE COLD BATHROOM FLOOR

watching the blood drip like bleeding skies

as I curse those scarlet beads

ON THE COLD BATHROOM FLOOR

where it was too late to be saved

too late for your last minute attempts

too late to wake the little people in me

from their eternal sleep

for they had already given up

and the clockwork inside me has stopped

you lit a fire inside of me

and it me

to my rotten core

and as scorching lava coursed through my hollow veins

I erupted;

drenching everything around me in

I watched everything turn to flames

until all that remained were a s h e s.

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