Dream

I stroke the blade softly
It strokes back hard
Like a trail of crimson tears
My blood runs down my arm.
Hypnotizing like the look
Of ink on a flawless page.
Intense like the feeling
Of unbridled burning rage.
Black edges into my vision
As it starts to haze.
This Scarlet river starts to flow
Putting an end to all my days.
Then I felt a touch
A hand brushed against my face.
You've come to say goodbye?
The idea makes my heart race.
Whispering "sorry.. So sorry
This isn't enough.
But you'll be happy
That now I am gone."
When you heard those words
You break down to cry.
And say"that's not what I wanted!
Please, you can't die..."
You grab my arm tight
You wrap up my wound.
Crying and cursing at the sky
The blood won't stop anytime soon.
I lay on the floor
Violently starting to shake.
My eyes roll back, i'm almost dead
But I bolt up- awake.
No wounds on my arms
And you're not to be seen.
Disappointment sets in
"it was all just a dream..."