Beauty and the Beast

The warmth of your hand held in mine
The scent of rose pedals fallen gracefully from the vine
The sunset horizon across the blue ocean and white sands
The blood spilled all over the wall
from my wrists slit from the razor
The bathtub water now bright red
as my face hangs dreadful
Does it matter I have seen the beauty now I see the beast
I can no longer fix myself from the evils that have taken my soul
Now it is over, now I no longer breathe