This black abyss of nothing washes over me, feelings of hope and dread course through my veins the black of blood spills over the knife the silver of it, darkens rapidly silent screams of pain escape from my chest my head spins with confused emotions is this right? or is it wrong? Foot steps are heard in the hall Crouching under the sink Blood still covering the knife on the counter the door creeks open blood goes down the drain leaving stains on the white of the sink Quiet cursings fill the room Im revealed. . .
iChemical-kiss · Sat Nov 29, 2008 @ 11:50pm · 0 Comments |