Red -crimson- drips down to the floor,
Droplets start to pool around,
The tile feels so cold,
So relaxing,
So reassuring.
Darkness starts to settle in,
Starts to make itself comfortable,
My skin gets colder to the touch.
I watch my life escape from the slits,
My veins - nearly drained,
The puddle grows larger,
The darkness has made its home.
I lay myself down,
The cool floor against cool skin,
My eyes, they drift slowly,
To a world where nothing can hurt me.
I am immortal here,
The pain, the monsters
Of my former life
Can't haunt me here.
I am truly safe
Not from myself, but from those around me.
A faint siren can be heard in the background,
A small smile forms on my lips.
They are too late.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Aww... thats really emotional even though 'the girl' (better not be you) seems emotionless... I love the way you tell the poem as a story its as if I can see everything happening... GREAT WORK!
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