Salvation

“ Nothing can stop me now, cause I don’t care anymore.” My legs are crumpled beneath me as I sit on the side of the bed and become lost in the music. I open my eyes and glance downwards towards the carpet. It’s a smooth shade of cream. A virgin shade of cream. I close my eyes and become lost in the music again. I can feel the pools of blood surround my feet. The warm pools of blood collecting beneath the soles of my feet, around my toes and my heels. The blood beneath the arches turns cold from the drafts overhead. I open my eyes to see the carpet. The virgin shade of cream has been stolen, replaced by a crimson shade of lost innocence. I can feel the pools of blood around me, turning cold from the drafts overhead. I'm lost in the words as I close my eyes yet again. I lay my head between my knees and lace my fingers across the back of my neck. I'm lost in the words, as I feel the blood cascading down my neck, drops collecting at the base of my throat. Falling into the pools of blood on the carpet, that are collecting around my feet. I'm so lost in the words. I hear the last note of the song play and I open my eyes with a jerk. I look down beneath my legs to the floor. The cream color carpet still stands, it’s innocence yet to be defiled. I look to my wrists and I see no open wounds, but just the faint traces of almost healed times. I rumple my legs beneath me and sit on the edge of the bed. Sometimes I just get so lost in the words…