As scream threatens to tear through me
As I am torn apart
My blood stained breath lingers with what little heart beats I have left
Ragged, and harsh
My voice is like sharp glass
With every venomous tone of morality
It's like acid on my tongue and I want to ***** up a lung
My back arches back as pain spikes through me
My back bending violently
At all angles
Snap, crush, pop
My limbs torn from their sockets
Breaking or being ripped from me
Agony with its lush voice shreds me apart
Till I am bare and gushing blood on the floor
Life dripping from my lips
Dark red staining my pale skin
The world becomes blurred
As my intentions become a skewed
My body a crumpled mess
I can feel that last breathe
Warble out of m-
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
As scream threatens to tear through me
As I am torn apart
My blood stained breath lingers with what little heart beats I have left
Ragged, and harsh
My voice is like sharp glass
With every venomous tone of morality
It's like acid on my tongue and I want to ***** up a lung
My back arches back as pain spikes through me
My back bending violently
At all angles
Snap, crush, pop
My limbs torn from their sockets
Breaking or being ripped from me
Agony with its lush voice shreds me apart
Till I am bare and gushing blood on the floor
Life dripping from my lips
Dark red staining my pale skin
The world becomes blurred
As my intentions become a skewed
My body a crumpled mess
I can feel that last breathe
Warble out of m-
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