No longer there.

I cringe and fall,
Letting the air whip past me.
Falling through the dreams of darkness,
And the terrors that I thought were comic.
I scream and scream,
But no-one can hear it.
I try to hold onto to what it is I have felt,
But it disappears through my fingers.
Then his voice rings in my ears,
And shots of pain tear through me.
It feels like a million knives,
Are repeatedly stabbing through my skin.
Over and over,
Until my blood runs black.
Until my heart begins to falter.
Until my life is no longer there.




Poetry by Head Down, Music Up
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Written on 2010-05-27 at 01:00

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