Thoughts.

A sickening squelch and I fall to the floor.

I shudder while the burning cold seeps in.

I raise my head inch by inch and our eyes lock.

The face of my killer smiling with false concern.

Why do I bother I lazily muse as his lips part like a sore.

Why do I pretend to have friends and kin.

Why are they doing this to me, to mock ?

Why does It still burn ?

I thought I became stronger.

Colder, more resistant

Thought I could no longer

Be hurt if I became more distant.

My friend calls from afar, Goodbye.

It was fun See you soon,

I parry with that lie.

As I retract into my solitary cocoon.

I think of him yet the more I grasp he fades away.

My friend, my killer a stranger.

Yet the thoughts linger and stay.

At how we can’t be there forever at that time.

So I paint myself a smile out of pain.

Even though I’m already lifeless and dead.

The thought corrodes my will like lime.

How to the world and them I won’t remain

But disappear instead.