Rolling over
Light pours in and somehow I feel all the darker as I pull a shroud to once again hook myself in forever more.
Claxons ring while voices shriek but words are no more use here, only tones of mouth that hint at what they might have to say to this prone figure below.
Feeling breathes come and go has never been my specialty but it seems as though the only way I can tell if I still have a pulse is to beat my head against the wall and see if it hurts. Believe me it doesnt hurt as much as the fact that I still feel.
How can that comfort me when all I can do is think of how it got to this point and what I did to deserve this....Beg for death yet only get sleep as a tease to provoke this horror within me. A rage so deep and so concentrated upon the helplessness that created it. Bloody knuckles and enblazened skin can cure all....and will By God if it Doesn't KIll Me It will You.....
Claxons ring while voices shriek but words are no more use here, only tones of mouth that hint at what they might have to say to this prone figure below.
Feeling breathes come and go has never been my specialty but it seems as though the only way I can tell if I still have a pulse is to beat my head against the wall and see if it hurts. Believe me it doesnt hurt as much as the fact that I still feel.
How can that comfort me when all I can do is think of how it got to this point and what I did to deserve this....Beg for death yet only get sleep as a tease to provoke this horror within me. A rage so deep and so concentrated upon the helplessness that created it. Bloody knuckles and enblazened skin can cure all....and will By God if it Doesn't KIll Me It will You.....