i sense this...

[ewneek]

i smell the devious - the descent
i smell the fear
the fear that provokes one of the two primal instincts
not flight.. i smell a fight

i hear the sobs and i hear the smashes
i hear the muttered insults and accusations
i hear when you go "slash you wrists" for the 25th time
i hear the blah blah blah

i see the best way - and i see the easy way
i see pain and i see healing
but when i close my eyes
i see nothing

i taste the acidic bitterness of too much nicotine
i taste what could have been - still
i taste oozing sourness
at times i taste bile

i feel

nothing at all