Helpless

And I look;
There are stains on my sheets.
I wish I could wipe them away.
Running running and running,
I'm escaping the world,
Even though I can't.
The world has messed my windows,
I can't see outside.
All I see is black widows,
Climbing up my walls.
"Death is coming, daughter",
They whisper those calls.
And now there's blood on my floors,
Staining my white carpet.
My blood,
My pain.
There's nothing,
No hope, no Gods to protect me.
Just a lonely blade,
Hands and scars.
Those hands grab me in the inside,
Squeeze my heart.
It's shattered.
Nothing's left to get broken.
And it's just numb.
Every night as I lie awake,
Thinking about the great Universe,
I hear you whisper.
"Lover, come to me, I'm awaiting."
And I stand up and walk,
But then you disappear,
Refuse to talk.
They don't know what it's like.
I need you back in my life.
It's just black,
No grey, no white.
I ran out of masks,
Smiles painted on them.
They'll see,
Slaughter me.
My black shirts of mourning aren't sleeveless.
"Save me. Forgive me. I'm lost."
And I'm helpless.