Emily

Emily Sep 29

I sit in the pit I call a room, begging death to open the door— But the door stays closed.

 I paint my nails with the red liquid that drips from my eyes, A chill crawls down my spine, while ashes burn away my last dose.

The voices scream through the walls, Like nails scratching holes in the silence. I wander the streets with tinted eyes, Hearing only one thing—Jump.

Jump, jump, jump—on a jumpingrope through hell, The devils laugh. 
Satan smokes a joint in the corner of my mind,
 Watching me like I have already lost it.

Am I in the wrong when everyone else wears the same red liquid? 

I’m a ******* for the pain I give myself, Should I break my skull against Satan’s joint, Just to bleed and paint my nails again?

Red suits the nails of the masochists best

#red #liquid #******* #pain #sh

Emily Sep 28

Spinning

The floors swallow me whole as the world keeps twisting my guts out,
That’s the only feeling of peace that I know of.

I can’t stop the constant spinning of my head, I rather just twist it off.

Twist twist twist the bolt fell off, no more spinning anymore.

Finally walking thru the blood filled streets, with a mind that stands still

I see the goblins running around,
scumming for trash and heads to give to the king.

The king that sits on the throne of heads,
just laughs as he crushes them underneath his fat filled ***.

I’m tired of the fantasy of peace, let me twist the head just back on.

I hope my head still is where I left it

#twist #dark #poetry #spinning

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