STOP?
Crimson and thick,
Satisfying.
When will it stop?
They scream.
I am not to be heard
So neither will they.
My razor continues to slice.
YOU ARE READING
messy poetry from a messy mind
PoetryI guess this is my subconscious mind in words, I'm riddled with all sorts of mental illness so my mind is often not the nicest of places to be.
