Please

I want to rest

To seal my eyes

To dream of breaking butterflies

Slicing fragile wings

Against cold thorns

I know the pain that they endure

Reddest roses, dark and bright

Burbling blood

It feels so right

Nightmare fluids running down

Chirping brain cells shutting down

No one wants to see or hear

Cocooned inside my falling tears

 

Help me, please

I'm almost dead

I have no pulse

My wings are red

The voices whisper

Love let me bleed 

One sharp knife is all I need

I'll end the hurt I hide so well 

And then dry up inside my shell