how does it feel to die?
slit your wrists and bleed through life.
dazed in this twilight
of overwhelming emotions.
you get high off this excitement,
as the pain fades out
and the blood drains through.
this chaos healed,
with another scar for you.
while in a pool of blood,
you dream of life
and the rage inside,
while waiting for your last bit of life.
nearing its end,
you paint these blood stained walls
just to find yourself faded out completely.
to be just another one
of those blood stained dolls.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
how does it feel to die?
slit your wrists and bleed through life.
dazed in this twilight
of overwhelming emotions.
you get high off this excitement,
as the pain fades out
and the blood drains through.
this chaos healed,
with another scar for you.
while in a pool of blood,
you dream of life
and the rage inside,
while waiting for your last bit of life.
nearing its end,
you paint these blood stained walls
just to find yourself faded out completely.
to be just another one
of those blood stained dolls.
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