Story of fervent death

fervent webs of murky blood-the sleepy razor that cuts threw
hopeless she borne -nothing the blood composes in the water- a expansive scarlet
In the walls it vouches her deepest cuts
praying for a final birth
she stares down the darkness of the corridors from her quaint bath-
so perfect for her somber heart the water fills so densely, an agent of the blood
from the corner of her eyes- prudently watching the silence dance at her for what she hopes the silence bring, it but bring less
a succumbed hand unfettered its soul appeasing into twilight forevermore in a miserable dream.