Coming from the blades,
A fluid trickling downward
From my busted skin.
Leaking from within,
Trauma inflicted on me...
I have fallen weak.
Oh, why does this hurt?
That vile, sickening thought
Of losing oneself.
Please cure me, heal me!
I have lost the strength to move;
My body gives up.
Volumes and volumes
Lost from me, into the streams...
Leaving behind dread.
YOU ARE READING
M.DO's Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems created and posted on DeviantArt, under MaxDomRenOro.
