I lay awake
Staring at darkness, which seeps into my mind
Like oil trickling
My reflection
A shattered mirror
I still hear the ringing of the glass hitting the floor
The day I decided to not look at it
Ashamed of the form it showed me
My adrenaline pumping through my veins
My drug
My saviour
My killer
Grasping for breath
Heavy lungs and Heavy brains
Rocks piling on my back
Piling on my chest
Piling on my head
Itching occurs on my ankle
On my arm
On my thigh
It happened again
Crimson soaked into my sheets
Into my clothes
The ugly
Disgusting
Red flesh marks
Then a cold sweat of fear
Crimson Wave?
Shaving?
Head butted into a wall?
No, crimson wave
Change top
Smear on my trousers
Throw tissues out of the window
I lay in my own mess
I created this
For once the evil flaps of fat and tissue
Comes in my favour
I lay awake
