Submissions by NyctophillicChaos

Lying on the marble floor, stuck in comatose
Alone in the dark, no one to witness
The crimson rivers flowing from her wrists
Porcelain white with red and black designs
A blade in her hand, she clutches tightly
Her dearest possession, her most valuable one
The sharp point glints at her maliciously
As she stares at it with utmost affection
She glances at the ruby blood, staining the white
Closes her eyes and makes a wish
Before she sleeps forever.

Amidst this bustling crowd of pedestrians
I stand still for a while, not moving with the flow
Observing and watching the face of a fellow passerby
No hint of emotion can be observed on his features
And yet, I cannot help but wonder
What goes on in his soul, locked away
From the criticism of the world outside, cold and harsh.

Is his soul glowing with happiness, rare to a find?
Or is a storm of conflict brewing in the name of catastrophe?
Perhaps he's drowning in the tempting river of sorrows
Or his soul's empty, devoid of human emotion

And...