polychrome

blade

b l a d e .
p.l

I can't help it anymore,

the pain within y o u r words

hu r t me, so much that it feels like

thousand needles

p r i c k i n g
my skin,

all at the same
t i m e.

the thin metal touches my skin,

and all i could think about is y o u.

are you thinking of me?

s
l
o
w
l
y

it pier c e d through my soul.

i was lying on the cold bathroom floor,

and still all i could think about is you,
my love for you .

while i bleed and the thin metal fell,

i am happy.