Crystal floors are dimmed with blood,

She lies there in the center.

Her face is cut, her wrists are slit,

But the scarlet flows forever.

The sky’s silver face reflects a silver glow,

That falls across her skin.

Her lifeless frame clothed in white,

Was punished for its sin.

The night is silent for the first time,

Where laughter used to be;

Her muffled screams are no longer heard,

Her cries for mercy.

A lady visited in the night,

A lady clothed in red.

She told the girl she could be at peace

She said she could sleep instead.

The girl took the blade and felt the sting,

As she watched it cut her cheek.

She ran the edge across her wrists,

Before she had time to think.

She lay there watching the river flow

Loving the feeling of pain.

She felt at peace as her glassy eyes closed,

Covered in crimson stain.

The empty home is like a ghost,

The crimson still flows from it’s door.

Her empty face is now at peace,

She still lies on the crystalline floor.