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Cannibalistic

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By CotardDelusionzPublished 27 days ago • 2 min read

Scritch

Scritch

Scritch

Whoosh

Crk crk crk

Reality

Has ignited

A fire

Inside of me

Starting from my mind

Spreading down to my body

I feel the heat consuming

The burning prickling at my skin

Like a million stings

I can feel the weight of

Brewing hate

Blazing into my eyes

They begin to widen

My eyelids feel stitched open

Only I will ever see this glare of hate on my face

My tongue burns as the fire reaches my mouth then down my throat and into my lungs

It's hard to breathe

Each breath stings

I feel my insides bleeding

Every part of me is disintegrating

I'm dying

So slowly

So painfully

I'm hurting

So extremely

It's all consuming

I'm seething

My nerves feel like metal wires all over my body

I grit my teeth

Shaking

I can't bear it

There's no where for this agony to be

I start to bite my tongue

Till it bleeds

Then I chomp down on it

Over and over

Till it mushes

And chunks of it start to come off

I gag and choke, as the mushy pieces of my tongue slide back down my throat, then

I vomit it back out.

A large amount of blood mixed with pieces of my tongue splurt all over the floor, and leak down my chin. I'm hunched over , with my hands on my knees staring at the puddle on the floor . I'm letting out a groan of pain while tears slide down my cheeks but I don't even realize. I'm completely disconnected from everything at this point. I don't even feel anything. I'm stuck staring into my pool of my blood , it's like my consciousness jumped out of my body and dived into that puddle of blood, vomit , and pieces of my tongue, in order to escape.

I finally stand up straight and look up above me , my arms down by sides like dead weight. There are no thoughts, there are no feelings, but I still feel something tugging at my soul like a weight that's too heavy for me , chained to it. I don't know what to do,

But as if it's primal instinct

My soul tries to speak one last time

And I just scream

Because I can't speak

I scream

And scream

So extreme

Like I'm hoping it'll reach the heavens above me

A scream of full of anguish and heartbreak

But only the devil is listening

And he's grinning.

Mental HealthFree VerseStream of Consciousnesssurreal poetry

About the Creator

CotardDelusionz

Diagnosed bpd , OCD , ADHD. This is my outlet.

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