Its thick like the eyeliner around my eyes.
It drips the same off my wrist as it does from my eyes.
Strait down to the sink, mixing together so beautifully.
Who ever thinks this is morbid has never seen the beauty of the red and
black.
They intertwine with each other as if doing a dance.
Stuck in a trance yet again.
You havent a clue to what is happening to yourself.
Staring in the mirror at yourself, but your not there.
Your falling.
Hitting the floor with out a sound.
Lay there motionless, looking up at yourself.
Just gazing into the mirror.
Trying to find whats not there.
Did you really lose yourself this time?
Hours go by.
The eyeliner streaks are now dry on your cheeks.
As the blood begins to dry around your wrist.
You pick your self back up, now able to see yourself at eye level.
Still you stand, with out a warning, with out a blink.
You take another stab at your heart.
As long as the blood never ceases to stop.
This eyeliner will never fade.
Even when the blood starts to scar and fade.
These eyeliner scars are far from fading.
 
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