Scarred

Ti's what boredom does tuh yuh~

Red. 

In a thin line.

Jagged around the edges. 

Multiplied by ten.

Maybe twenty. 

The end product. 

Of dripping rubies.

From my wrist.

My heart.

My throat. 

Every part of me. 

Slit. 

But it came without pain. 

Just a numbness.

Nay, a scratch. 

And sweet rust-

stains the air. 

An burns my nose. 

Glistening liquid rubies. 

Watery garnets. 

Creating puddles on the floor. 

Filling in the cracks of the tiles.

Pomegranate red. 

Sweet feast for Vampyres. 

Now they set and clot. 

In that clean line.

On a once untainted canvas. 

Scarred.

The ones on the surface can heal. 

Just to leave thin marks. 

As a brief reminder. 

The one within... 

Will forever bleed. 

Scarred forever. 

The one within;

will bleed eternally.

Author's Note

I wuhz bored... ;D