Post by Orlok on Oct 9, 2011 17:55:48 GMT
See the blood running down my arm
From the deep self-inflicted jagged slash;
As tears mirror the pain howling through me,
Crimson pools form in the mixing bowl;
I stare uncomprehendingly at the mélange
Of flesh, flour, water and lifeblood.
My eyes stray to a biscuit tin on a shelf
And my eyes narrow as I read the label,
A banal blasphemy against all that is true and good
And I raise my voice to wail as only those
Truly wronged and blighted by life's deformities can do.
I throw the clingfilm wrap box across the room,
An arc of my spurting blood spattering the floor.
The biscuits can wait, I need to bleed alone.
From the deep self-inflicted jagged slash;
As tears mirror the pain howling through me,
Crimson pools form in the mixing bowl;
I stare uncomprehendingly at the mélange
Of flesh, flour, water and lifeblood.
My eyes stray to a biscuit tin on a shelf
And my eyes narrow as I read the label,
A banal blasphemy against all that is true and good
And I raise my voice to wail as only those
Truly wronged and blighted by life's deformities can do.
I throw the clingfilm wrap box across the room,
An arc of my spurting blood spattering the floor.
The biscuits can wait, I need to bleed alone.
