Silver orbs of glowing white,
Creating shadows that maime my sight,
Staring deep into that swirling pool,
And all of my body starts to cool.

I feel like I'm falling into a dream,
Everything is unclear, almost unseen,
I'm creeping through the forgotten mists,
Watching blood trickle down my wrist.

As it trickles down and down,
I feel my eyelids slowly close,
I try to resist, but in vain,
As life has stopped, it has chose.

Emma Woodcock