Pillows dipped in bloody buckets,
of scarlet crimson rum.
Eyes of pure white,
the pupils demolished;
your pretty head is done.
Naked and bare,
drowning in despair;
cerise bubbles of liquid,
dancing through my hair.
The monsters paw at my ears,
screaming under the stair.
Pillows dipped in bloody buckets,
guts of thick red gore.
Fairies captured,
emotions raptured,
they cry more, and more.
Hell raising,
face whitening,
midnight swallowing me whole.
Constellations,
painted on flesh;
scattered speckled moles.
Knife dragged, upon flesh,
digging through my bones.
Cracking, snapping,
body crushing smack.
Pile them onto the floor,
pile them in stacks.
Anxiety, anxiety,
pinching at my skin.
Needles sliding through
my glossy eyes,
pointed, thick and pin.
Strange noises,
burning internal flame.
The lights spark and flicker,
he's sitting there, drinking liquor;
I can no longer be tamed.
I've become the devil,
feel my forceful wrath.
Sitting in a tub of blood,
sitting in a bath.
Baby cries,
dreadful lies,
bruises on my face.
Cut the ribbon, life line,
cut the black slick lace.
Hell raising,
spirit chasing,
I'm ready for the worst.
Welcome to the panic room.
By Laura
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From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
