Fairytail

My smile is broken The teeth shatter across my lips Blood spills on the paper letting out my inner most thoughts with pictures Some depicting a soul with no smile, music without a rhythm And quiet laughter The blood drips until the paper is no longer white but red A deep pulsing scarlet, like the nails of witches in fairy tales My lips are white like the paper once was and my heart is empty but still beats I fill my veins with a corpses Thick and cold I can no longer feel I am dead inside