Words

words

like a thousand tiny cuts the words you wisper make my flesh crawl and writhe



i'm bleeding to quickley for my body to stop it.



crimson rivuletes turn the pink carpet purple, like my eye when you said, i didn't listen.



everything is becomming hazy as we shoot our final scene.



my breaths growing shorter as i watch you walk out on me, one last time.



no backward glances as i take my last breath.



maybe the're right.



maybe its better this way.