as i stare at the knife adn make another cut my wound duz not bleed my eyes dont tear my body feels no pain the only pain that i feel is the paint that my heart feels as the cold knife stabing another wound my internal bleeding kills unnoticably i am the only one that… Continue reading Staring at the knife
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Watching Paint Dry.
So this site has been asleep for quite awhile now. May huh… … … yyyyyep. SOMEBODY should put up something new (HINT HINT). Or maybe SOMEBODY got shot in the head and is now a veggie sitting in a pile of his own shit and piss. Or maybe found a more interesting project…? Hmmmmmmm??? Ah,… Continue reading Watching Paint Dry.
black room
The paint peels away, My light goes to darkness, Now I sit here alone cuddled, around my blanket trying to find warmth, when there is only cold. As I sit here and time slips away, All is black, nothing is day. Is this hell, or is it just me running from my problems?
Crimson
Life flows in a crimson red Crimson tears Crimson bled
The Builder
I awoke on the floor. Two feet from the door.