The Window

[lastdarkfaerie.livejournal.com]

staring through the window
another piece of glass
fragile and broken
shattered like the last.

looking for the answers
looking for some truth.
searching for the reasons
why i need to be with you.

tracing with a finger
each shard and broken piece.
press down gently
and feel a slow release.

watch the gathered blood
fall slowly to the floor;
drip upon the glass
like the many times before.


lying among the shards,
broken pieces left to be,
i take my bloodied glass
and cut away what's left of me