The room may be white but I see red.
When I arose today I almost felt dead.
My life has spiraled out of control.
At this pivotal point there is no one to console.
I smoked too many cigarettes today.
But I am bottled up with so much rage.
I almost wish I wasn’t awake.
I am still drowning in an apprehensive lake.
I took some Xanax to relieve the anxiety.
These days I don’t even know what’s right for me.
Trying to gain control of what’s left.
While entertaining the thought of what’s next.
The razor I hold tickles my veins.
And the chill of the tile on my skin remains.
The razor kisses my vein and blood comes with ease.
It is just a reminder I’m alive but not free.
I ignore my fondest memories …
Love, kisses, feelings and daisies.
If I reflect on those doses of joy
The Angel of Death won't deploy.
My vivacious mana no longer rains down on me.
There is no turning back- this time I'm in to deep.
Make haste- Move deeper and it will be done.
I am now another member of the Suicide Legion.
Silver trophy winner
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