Lately it feels like a snake is wrapping around my chest;
It squeezes me tighter each minute,
My breath becomes shallow and heavy,
Like trying to breath underwater,
It clouds my thoughts and tests my patience,
Some days I beg the snake to come up and bite my throat,
I crave the sensation of warm blood trickling down my neck,
Instead it just tightens and taunts me,
Reminding me this pain will not go away so easily,
Making tears fill my eyes and a pain in my stomach,
As days pass I feel hopeless and empty,
That's when the snake slowly slithers around my neck,
And the moment someone reaches out it takes away my voice,
So I am left with nothing more than an empty smile,
Slowly the snake tightens on my throat teasing the thought of sweet release,
Only to be left on the edge of conciseness,
Waiting to be pushed off the edge,
To cause my own blood to fall,
For my own clock to stop ticking,
And a cold sensation to finally set me free.
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Dark Poems and Short Writings
PoesíaWARNING: If you don't like very dark poems with violence I will say this once DO NOT READ but I would hope you do give it a chance. This is for mature and people that won't be triggered by blood, depression, and other things but instead of flagging...
