red lines stretch across the soiled canvas,
glistening in their creation.
raindrops streak down from above;
the shiny culprit glints and gleams.
the colors fade out, leaving behind pure emptiness.
the emptiness is the only aspiration.
when all is pain and misery, those lines are relief; dull and numb.
when the screams of terror are hidden within, those tears are all there is.
when the world is nothing but self-loathing and self-destruction
that gleaming blade becomes your only friend.