| ~drip. drip. drip. drip. The sound of blood pouring from my open lip. There are endless hollows in my breaking, dying heart. The winds of time have pulled me apart. Through the weeds and entwined places of air. I find a life that was never really there. Continuing down the endless path of doom. I find a place in the corner of my room. Sitting there staring down, as I spin towards who-knows-where, to drown. Taking one last look, I hold my breath. And I stare into the face of death.~ |
| Edicius |
| By Larissa, age 15 |