Bliss

A silver moon adorned,

the empty night sky,

a lonely leaf shed,

flew down, and hit the ground.

The fall, had arrived.

The breeze spoke of, a long lost cause

where urges, had bled through scars,

and dreams sketched into the skin.

But, like the winter snow, on a bright summer day,

it had long, been forgotten.

The same note kept comming back,

my hands, all throbbed and shook...

the pain erupted within my mind,

a drop, dripped onto the floor.

The last thing I remembered,

was the faint scent of her hair.

it drifted me off to sleep.

while the blade shimmered, with the purest of blood,

I smiled, in the darkness.

For the first time, I knew ecstacy.

A momentary pleasure.

Followed undeterred, by

bliss, death, and silence.