The mind’s a fragile thingThe blade slid through her skinIs this worth fighting for?A burning shelterWatch in aweA cozy prisonLike a house built on quicksandTired of fighting friend and foeMy loveShards of glass, ripping fleshReflecting the lightIn a million coloursBeautiful yet deadly projectilesSlow-motion movementsEmbraced by the undertowThe colours disappearCalming shadowsSoothing darknessRaging silenceBlack-outThe mind’s a fragile thingThe blade slid through her skinSome things can never be undoneAre unforgivenThe world went silentAnd the ground became the skySinking deep, drowning inRed liquid