Bloody Snow

I love to
see bloody snow. . .
More than anything
When it's my own.
I like to
spill my blood.
See the pure white
turn red.
And I must say, it looks so pretty.
And I just wish, I could be the same.
And I just keep bleeding while I'm thinking.
I just don't notice how much till I fade.
And I just don't move,
I don't even think about it.
So I lay for so long as my tears begin to ice
over my eyes.
And the bloody snow surrounds me.
Slightly melting
And I ask myself, now am I pretty?