I need some substance
reluctantly ready
trying to keep my hand steady
my body now feels heavy
in two minutes flat
I am prepared to flatline
what is and should never be
constantly held in front on me
through these eyes I see
twisted selfish realities
I can't help but feel
I can't help but need
stuck in my ways for the rest of my days
slipping gripping pricking stinging
blood drips
veins rip
stomach turns
eyes water and skin burns
Awaiting your turn
moving forward with little to no concerns
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