Terrified.
I look down
To the pale bloody fingers
Fidgeting against numbness.
Fighting against my body
Rejecting my psyche
The blood hardened under
The fingernails.
Scrapes of skin hanging
Lifeless, mortuus.
Drip, drip.
The sound beating through sanity
Tearing down walls of my belief
Drip, drip
Agonizing.
Scraping pain off one's face
Is agonizing.
Eximo.
I am finally faceless.
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
