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It's a strange feeling,
A numbing feeling;
It's so surreal.
It's eating at my flesh.
It's pulling me down.
Down somewhere –
I can't escape.
I'm losing breath!
It's dark.
The sorrow…
I can feel it tearing
Into my lonely soul.
It's cold, nestled between
My finger tips as it
Designs my wrist
With pictures of torture.
It's mocking me.
I can hear the laughter
Behind the silence
In my padded cell.
It's there with me,
All alone in my head.
With thoughts of our
Death.
A numbing feeling;
It's so surreal.
It's eating at my flesh.
It's pulling me down.
Down somewhere –
I can't escape.
I'm losing breath!
It's dark.
The sorrow…
I can feel it tearing
Into my lonely soul.
It's cold, nestled between
My finger tips as it
Designs my wrist
With pictures of torture.
It's mocking me.
I can hear the laughter
Behind the silence
In my padded cell.
It's there with me,
All alone in my head.
With thoughts of our
Death.
I haven't written anything in awhile and this is what came to mind. Just having a bad night and no one to talk to :l
© 2012 - 2024 my-bloody-death
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