theres nothing like a trail of blood...

i set down the
bloody razor blade
and looked in the mirror
i was my normal
bloody self
but one thing struck me
a girl
wearing a
torn bloody ball gown
stared at me
through sad
sunken eyes
i stopped washing off the
blood and
stared back
the more i stared
the more haunting
and ghostly
she appeared to become
                           "come close"
a female voice echoed in my head
the girls lips did not move
yet i knew it was her
i obeyed her command
and walked into the mirror
knees trembling
she looked me in the eyes and gave
a creepy
crooked simile
                              "touch me"
her voice echoed once more
i carresed her cheek gently
but as soon as our skin connected
lightning shot through me
starting at my finger tips
then coursing through my veins
my eyes shot open
and an image of the moon
turning into blood
filled my mind
the gory scene
soured my stomach
and i puked on my shoes
when i got up
we werent in my bathroom
we were in a grand ball room of a castle
gold laced the walls
and women in elegant dresses danced with
men in fluffy suits
                                                                                    "who the hell are you!?"
the girl only laughed at me
                        "i am your past...present...and future"
                                                                                    "what the hell?"
all of the sudden we were at the
orphanage i used to live at
                    "parents killed at a young age
                         and sent to this place where you were beaten up..
                   made fun of and
                         eventually learned to cut.
                         you cut to wash away the pain  in a crimson flood
                      but the releif didnt last forevor.
                and then you got adopted by a pair of creeps who raped you                                                             so you cut to wash the pain away with more blood
              and then you picked up the joint
             the bottle
           and random guys at the bar
            then you cut to wash away your sins
           but your not jesus
                   so u cut some more
              one day in the
             near future you cut a little too deep
              you never meant to die but death
                     doesnt discriminate
                              dont you see where cutting leads?
                 stop now or die later
                  put down the razor blade
                    life is beautiful
                  but right now theres a trail of blood
                  leding to your grave
                  are you going to follow it?