PoemsBleh

21

Chills as I run it across my skin

my eyes focus and the lights begin to dim

I apply the pressure needed, just enough

and feel as it pops into place

releasing its deep red lust.

The chills escalate, into pure bliss

Couldnt I just stay here forever? I wouldnt be missed.

Then suddenly, Anger.

Why do I enjoy this?

release more. Slit by slit.

I cant enjoy this, I need to forget.

No more chills, cut them off,

run it lengthwise and get rid of it all.

I reel my head backwards, and begin to feel Lightened

look down and watch as I paint the pale tiles

Now they can be beautiful too, that contrast of red on white

Give it more, dont make the poor tiles have to fight.

I follow the tunnel, as it begins to form

I follow the tunnel, into the light.

I get to the end

and look down once again.

Nothing but the sight of one boy lonesome, laying on his floor

looking down on himself being turned to gore.

I walk from the room, and leave him behind,

listening to the patter or him painting his art fine.

Walk out to the sunlight

and look up once again.