Dear Esther,

I saw it,
Again today,
Oddly thick and red

I had pricked my finger,
As memories gushed back into my head

I remember,
Like I always do;
The haunting past,
Always so clear and vast

Shadows have consumed me,
I can barely see anything,
But only the darkness of my throbbing mind,
Without a single flicker of light

Crimson;
The blood of a bleeding victim,
On the sharp blade of a knife,

With a pair of weeping eyes...

Quinn