On the verge of sleeping,
My head bobs forward slightly...
...I cannot stay awake.
Oh dear, don't flutter shut, eyes...
...Don't fail me now.
I feel myself drifting,
I should have slept...
...Here comes the blood.
Fair sleep, and finally,
White hair stained red.

BY: ARIBELL MAEVE a.k.a. TSUMI; AGE 16; OCTOBER 14TH, 2009; WRITTEN OUT OF BOTH DEPRESSION AND EXHAUSTION