The tears like fire
Burning my ice-cold
Cheeks,
Crackling my worn out
Soul,
The scars on my forearm
Like stinging thunderbolts,
The pain like an electrifying shock,
The blood similar to
Reversed poison,
My smile like a
Dreadful weapon
Aimed at myself,
My brain a whimsical
Stupid little child,
"More, more, more" he yells,
My body like a slave obeys,
Branding my white skin,
And this irrelevant world
Stops spinning,
And I can hear
My internal self
Scream with satisfaction
As I finally wake up,
Voices echoing in my dizzy mind.
-"Childish"
