The cuts bleed out,
but I'm still here,
drunken remorse,
and manic fear,
the blade in my hand,
a body on the floor,
blood pools around my feet,
blind with insanity,
blood-lust so thick I can't see,
I come to my senses and look into the eyes,
of the dead man,
and I see me.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
The cuts bleed out,
but I'm still here,
drunken remorse,
and manic fear,
the blade in my hand,
a body on the floor,
blood pools around my feet,
blind with insanity,
blood-lust so thick I can't see,
I come to my senses and look into the eyes,
of the dead man,
and I see me.
The mania eventually wins.