I feel sick to my stomach
Reminding myself to breathe
Sick, twisted
Blood warm
I'm drowning in a bath of red
Melodies of chills run up and down my fragile spine
Pale flesh
I swear that I'm dying
My hands are anchors
Desperate to tear down anyone
Forcing them to drown with me
They stay away now
I miss them
Sick logic
I'm sick
My cries echoed through the hotel of white
"I want to tear myself apart"
Poison nails clawing desperately
Lethal injections
It worked
Ripped, torn, broken
Pieces of my self are lost, unattainable
I'm gone