Cool blades along my skin

In terms of life, I never win.

I watch the blood bead together

Forming a flower thick as leather.

A deadly flower the blood has formed

A flower so graceful but so, very thorned.

Like me the flower is flawed;

Something many would call odd.

I watch as the flower pricks me so,

Off unto the dark I go

I meet a person drenched in white.

Who then point downwards to a flight

I descend the deadly stairs,

which leads me to a place of torture and despair.

This seems familiar

So dim, and so bleak.

I watch a person cower, so scared, and so weak.

Another stands above them though,

shouting, "THIS IS WHERE THE DEMONS GO!"