Pale canvases as we enter the world

Lives lived scar, maim and stain the canvas

Blades of betrayal cut into ivory

Blood drips, slips and drip drops

Pitter patter batter batter

Taking swings at everything in reach

Nails claw at the pale column

Cut slit shred now am I dead?

No I survive but I do not thrive

Drip drip dripping slipping puddles of crimson

Blurry vision breath stuttering now uneven

Heartbeat slows it's time to go

There's a light, down for the count

No energy to fight the light goes out

Crimson streaks stain pale cheeks

Muscle, slack body weak

Empty eyes once seeing lies

Silence suffocates I did not win

Trickles remain forever on crimson stained skin