I dream of drowning
And maybe I've said it before
But the harsh waves
Do something to the deathwish
Curdling inside me.
.
I am violently hungry
With the desire to rip my bones
Open for the world to see
The secrets I hide in my marrow.
I know I'll starve.
.
There is no market,
Not for the masochistic suffering
My thoughts crave.
I'd try to sleep it off like a drug but
I can taste blood.
.
It's too sweet for my taste.
I like the bitter things, tears and rage,
Fear and force and fire.
But you don't taste acrid like smoke
And I think I hate it.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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