The suffocation is killing me brutally. Slicing me into pieces, draining my blood dry. I stare into the broken mirror, the red is invading all dimensions. My flesh is falling apart. I want to moan, but my lips are torn. My ears are pierced before the loved words. I cant smell the sweet luring scent of my blood. Senses, are splashed onto the floor like a beautiful piece of art. I admire in pain and terror with my disfigured eyes. I know why my eyes are still there, an inner voice tells me, to witness every dismantling of me, in such beautiful cruelty. And I tremble with esctacy.

Everything’s gone but something’s still there. I look into the mirror. Crimson as ruby is the heart. I laugh with my eyes. And a fierce pang of pain shoot through the heart. Bitter, bitter is the pain. Harder, harder i laugh.

I laugh so hard that a film come over my eyes.
And my eyes fall off, with a drop of hanging red desperately clinching to the tip of the lashes.

The last tear I manage.
The last drop of my blood.

The heart stops.
And the broken mirror shatters into pieces.