Author: Time To Change PM
lostRated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 61 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-13-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2571124
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
I want to carve welts into my skin.
Just to know I can. Because I can.
But your heart bleeds acid into mine;
contamination at the lowest degree.
Your sickly blood devours my failing energy
draining hope, happiness, all emotion in me.
And I'm losing, losing, losing so quickly now.
But there's nothing to be done. Nothing at all.