As I Move To My Grave

Clouds of fury,
and they drained on me.
old blisters have sprung up,
heart filled with despair, thunders biting me,
delicate wrist is now bleeding free,
beautiful hands, now scars are seen,
wistful eyes are dripping,
a dreadful dream came true.
This fragile heart is jabbed again,
stabbed and sliced it bleeds again.
Filth of fate & i get jitters,
it wasnt a mishap ,it was my journey
which took me few more steps closer to my grave