sylviasearcher

Diseased



See that graze

On my arm

You put it there

Or did I?

And now

Blood runs  

 


My blood

Dark and dirty

Like a poison

Promising   

 

See that empty stare

In my eyes

You put it there

Or did I?

And now

Visions terrify     

 

My hurt

Self inflicted

Like an inevitability 

Unending  

 

See that need

In my chest

You put it there

Or did I?

And now

Death comes  

 

My death

Ugly and pointless 

Like a disease

Living