Red Sheets

Red sheets.
Darker red stains,
The blood that leaked through
The shoulders of her shirtsleeves.
The blood drops
Falling away from paled skin
Like the autumn rains
Already cold
As it falls away from itself.

Silver blade.
Smeared with blood,
Black and cracking.
Again and again it trails across
Her already scarred and bloodied shoulders,
Making the pale skin weep tears of crimson.
The more she bleeds, the more she cries,
And the less she feels like living.

She lying again,
She’s crying again,
She’s dying again.
A never-ending spiral,
Turning slowly until all
Has come to pass.
Slow and sure
The bad luck creeps upon her,
Killing everything around her.
Once and again,
Forever more,
And for never again.