again,
the beauty stops my words
as they travel from
my mind
and traps them in my heart,
where they are lost.
blood coursing so fast -
i'm so cold, so cold
and my breath freezes before it can
leave my blood.
goosebumps.
fingers trying to leave
one
last
legacy
but they can't scratch it out
my blood runs through the paper,
no trace left -
too thin.
nothing left but the beauty
and the silence.