Fatal (Poem)

Lying there on the bed
Not moving, no breath, no warm
A chilling reflection
Of what I’ve done
You’re not going anywhere
Not now, not ever
The pure white cloth placed over you
Is now a dangerous colour
Three bruises on your arm
One on your neck
And one near your eye
I’m covered by danger too
With one hole in my stomach
And a scratch across my neck
You also have a hole in your head
And danger is spread across the walls
The metal is on the bedside table
I’ll Pick it
One last kiss
You’re so cold now
And too far gone
I’ll see you soon baby
Walking to the bathroom
The floor is cover in danger
I look in the mirror
And the light is flashing
I have bruises too
I hold the metal to my head
Now I’m the reflection of you!