The sudden chill cursing through my bones
Clawing it's way through my skin,
it pierces my veins
A thousand knives in my stomach
They rage through
my heart held in a vice
Been a while I've felt this way
I'm swallowed in the well
I found myself in before
With my blood,
I'm on the razor's edge again.
YOU ARE READING
Suicidal Highs
Poetrytomorrow let it change, my death shall leave me just the same, for tonight hold me tight.
