Crimson Pool

I walk the empty streets

Alone

Surrounded by humanity

A million eyes

Open

Staring

Yet not a single one

Can see me

Even look my direction

What if

I took this knife

And slit my wrists?

Would you stop?

Would you stop me?

Would you stand above me?

Watching

As my life

Became a crimson pool

At your feet

Shake your heads

Turn away

Carry on

Avoid me

Like I don't exist

Until the shadows

Of the night

Devour me

Rape my soul

Place me in darkness

Surrounded

By the earth itself

Sleeping

Eternally

Until

All that remains

All that I was

Is beneath your feet

Scuffed

Day by day

Until

A mere spot

A fading blotch

A distant memory

Amid

The thousands

Who came before

I walk the empty streets 

Alone

Truly

Alone

January 2, 2013