Contagious

I won't be coming back, 

I swear. 

Why would you need me,

With this dove over my head?

I can't remember the last time, 

I actually slept.

See this little feather, 

Isn't as soft as it had seemed.

It's little razor blades,

Tickling my cheeks.

They once were soft,

How funny I though that was.

See my dear,

I'm just a dreaming girl.

Do you think you're the only one,

Who is this cold?

Worn out,

Pale empty shell,

Of a body. 

Covered with my own skin.

With a white dress,

made of snow.

Burnt with ashes

And stained with blood.