My vision is blurred,

And faith is absurd,

While I'm bleeding profusely,

Internally

No one is able to save me now,

I've already drowned

My silent killers,

Never make a sound

Bruises and cuts,

Crumbling pieces and shards,

Are strewn all over my shattered heart

My fragile breaths slow down,

As I sink into oblivion

I'm afraid to enter death's gates,

But thorn webs have strangled my fate

Tonight,

I'll fail to paint my scars,

Because I'd probably be up high,

With the twinkling stars.