It drips like wine you drink.
The one that makes you spout lies.
I stare down at the tortured flesh.
The release is a surprise.
I never would have thought I
Would enjoy pain
Yet I do, strangely enough
Does that make me insane?
Please don’t call me that.
I hate attention.
Also I don’t want my disease
To come under detection.
What drove me to this?
Why, everything did.
Emotions, loss and destruction.
It was all rancid.
If I disappear one day
Then I hope you’ll know why.
I couldn’t come to talk to you
So instead I decided to die.
YOU ARE READING
Please Think #Wattys2014
PoésieFor more information, read "A Quick Note", the first part of the collection. Thank you. I've entered this into the WattyAwards 2014 for poetry, so share and please so more people start thinking :D {Cover by Common_Conspiracy}
