Isolated, choking on your words.
Rope held up by a thread…
Your flesh melts to the floor…
Anger flows through your veins.
Eyes sewed closed.
The silence of tragic lives,
Reality takes you in a roller coaster.
Lead in the wrong direction.
"I'll trace your veins with this razor blade."
Blood drips from the bringer of death.
Life begins to dim, "Please suffer for me."
Faceless walls, stare with some much sorrow, you can help them.
The surface submerges in your blood…
Even in death, you'll never find peace, eternal forced misery.
“This world is one massive sponge, waiting for death.”
About the Creator
Ziggy MD
I've been writing poetry since 2006 and my passion for writing never left, with exceptions of monthly/yearly writers block. As far as influences, I don't have any because I'd like my poetry to be my own and not a copy.
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen2 days ago in Fiction
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