Bleed
By acidcrys
Midst of night. Blood flowing free as tears, trickling down pale white legs. Deep scratches multiplying, sleeping in a bed of shattered glass. Death of light at his hands. Gushing wounds on hard knuckles, bloody rage surfaced- throwing bone breaking punches at pristine hallow walls. Slowly dripping down, the left side of a face. Cuts along that side of the skull.. trembling fingers outlining.. Gasping sighs. Blood shedding, one thought speaks itself.. '..Its beautiful...' Living in pure hell, a lovely tranquil bliss. Guilt, pity, life. If I were crazy, I wouldn't be laughing at this.the thoughts.. sentences.. are supposed to be a bit broken.. its like going over a list.. and checking it twice..It took an odd Turn, BUT its supposed to be that way.. heh.. things like that tend to lead you into hysteria. Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 01:30 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Midst of night...."