Fire races through my veins
Like fire through hell,
Crawling up my arms
And through my neck
As it sits in my throat
And rips its way into my skull;
It grips my mind in a chokehold,
It's sizzling claws leave lacerations
As the blood seeps out my eyes
And puddles in my ears,
It makes its way down to my heart -
Which has been scarred and broken
But continues to be suffocated
By the claws of anger;
Each tear rips a hole through my soul,
Making the fire stronger;
My eyes bite -
My words become venomous -
As the urge to tear a knife
Through my skin -
And watch the pain
Seep out my veins
Onto the dull silver blade -
Becomes so palpable I can taste
Its rusty smirk coating my tongue.
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Echoes of the Deep
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years dealing with my journey through depression and self-harm. It's a mental health journey. (Also, I've Updated the cover! Final Edition) Trigger warning: lots of my writing is a bit dark - deals wit...
