Sonnet

A shiver in the wind
Slicing deep into my skin;
I am left with a naked mind.
Among the ones akin
To crying tears of blood.
So many thorns pricking my heart
Happy memories now buried in mud,
My whole being slowly torn apart
Days seem to go by in a haze of fog,
My sanity slowly slipping away
Beautiful scent, now no better than smog.
When does black and white become grey?
Draped in scarlet red, I have fled
So many words left unsaid…