I am seeping in scalding water
like a tea bag leaking bitter dark red
leaking my consciousness
through the hole in my chest
when left alone to seep
reality pushes itself out of my mind
through every pore in my body
my grasp of what is real slips away
leaving behind trails of color
wisps of crimson and regret
but beautiful in a quiet way
a girl sitting at the bottom of a tea cup
hugging her skinned knees
leaking the darkest color
you've ever seen
I am seeping in scalding water
but at least I can feel it
burning me alive
I bet it all looks so peaceful when looking at it from above
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
I am seeping in scalding water
like a tea bag leaking bitter dark red
leaking my consciousness
through the hole in my chest
when left alone to seep
reality pushes itself out of my mind
through every pore in my body
my grasp of what is real slips away
leaving behind trails of color
wisps of crimson and regret
but beautiful in a quiet way
a girl sitting at the bottom of a tea cup
hugging her skinned knees
leaking the darkest color
you've ever seen
I am seeping in scalding water
but at least I can feel it
burning me alive
I bet it all looks so peaceful when looking at it from above
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