An Icy Grave

Last night i sat in my shower until the water was ice. Every drop felt as thought it were going to pierce my flesh, tears filled my eyes, but I refused to cry. A lonely, empty feeling starts to creep up inside me, the more I force my tears away. My heart burns as my body freezes, some where in my mind someone is telling me to get out, but whats the point? Meaning has abandoned life and hope was lost long before. The blood continues to pool at the drain, it looks as if it isolates itself from everything else in the tub. Isolated, that what I am, alone for so long and yet never alone at all. All that I have left are the voices that have brought me to this point, that have been there everyday, and that have never left me to be at peace. Suddenly I dont feel anything, not my heart burning, not my flesh freezing, not even the blade slicing my skin. The voices finally leave me and I am left alone and cold, frozen and dead in the bottom of my tub. This is were my voices says good by and takes to the sky, while I lay here in my icy grave.

~* Lady Blackthorne