Unholy deliverance

Blood streams -
Running over delicate palms
Dripping endlessly off young fingers
Bleeding out such fresh, innocent life...
Warm, silky, smooth
Leaving her cold, hard and rigid...
Staring blankly at what she's done,
Contemplating almost irreversible consequences.
Darkened walls creep in progressively
As beating fills her ears
Drumming loudly,
Slowly...
Each gasped breath
Crawls into her lungs
Clawing at her throat
Causing her to gag.
She is weakened
As sheets become soaked crimson -
What selfish sacrifice.
Eyelids heavy
Time ticks by,
She sheds some tears
Which strike silently on solid foundation.
Where is her grounding?
Moving further from redemption
She slips into nothingness -
But her pain is destroyed
Just as she has destroyed this young body with so much to offer.
She is now saved,
She killed it the only way she knew how...
She had to kill the source
She had to kill herself...
It is an unholy deliverance from the suffering...