Thursday, 8 September 2016

The results of insomnia.

The knife glints in the night.
It feels cold against my hot skin. First it caresses me.
Then it plunges itself so deep the depth is unimaginable.
I lose myself in the pain, agony and anguish.
My heart rate decreases.
Blood gushes out of the nonchalant wound.
Peace finally comes when darkness consumes me.

Sometimes a little dark poetry helps bring the light in.

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