Still alive, heartbeats
Getting slower and slower.
Laying in the dark, all alone
While water flows down my cheeks.
Feeling blood through my veins,
My nerves beating my head
And my breathe racing.
Searching for a small rock
Something to tell I'm bleeding
Without any blood.
Something, just a voice,
A smile, a hand, a tee.
Something to hold on to,
To cover with my hurts.
An anchor.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesieGod is dead, - said Nietzsche. In a land of desolation and ghosts You were an angel. Like every other creature, you've been wasted. Wicked little thing.
