“All this fucking white.” I mumble, but she didn’t respond. The painful gleam of the spotless linoleum grates against my nerves. I’m elevated on the counter top, eyes settled downward. “No, Im not high.” My stomach turns as I glance at the granny-smith apples to my right. Just the suggestion of food nauseates me.”Let me… Continue reading Current State Of Mind
Tag: cold metal
Steps to Suicide
The actions are as they follow First, a deep, hollow swallow Then, the positioning The ice cold metal, glistening A prayer to end it quickly Your words are spoken sickly Palms forming beads of sweat As you sit at the end of your bed The stage is now set…. Eyes are squinted shut As you… Continue reading Steps to Suicide
Waking
Light gives in to the darkness. The sun is about to set. Dusk falls and night encroaches like a thing borne out of fevered nightmares. I look towards the darkening sky gathering the last of the dying light. I see myself standing upon a deserted street– paper and dust being carried away by the wind.
Life of the walking lost
As he took the gun out of his mouth, maybe the cold metal of the barrel had woken him to his sences. He took a look up to the flickering light above him and realised that the world was not going to kill him.