Open slit
Down through the wrist
I watch the liquid fly.
Red as flames,
Burning twist,
The wood will finally die.
Charcoal grey,
Black as night,
My skin shall finally fail.
I’m dead,
Yet I remain;
Another slit, and I’m alive.
Addiction
I’m Done
Torrential rains transcending down upon me From your morbid vengeance of self-centeredness, With your lust of destruction and melancholy state;
December 22, 2014
