Disclaimer: I own this poem, beeotch. Nothing else. –sigh-
Title: Three Senses
Summary: I can't breathe...I can't see...I can't feel. Ellie introspective, takes place during Whisper To Scream, cutting references.
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Yeah, I was channeling Ellie around the same time I was channeling Marco. –shrugs- Mentions of cutting, so consider yourself warned.
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Three Senses
Sitting alone in a pitch black room
With nothing to do
But dig through an empty toy chest
And pull out a razor blade
Watching demons play on silver
Slipping into red seas
Drowning in toxic air
I can't breathe...
Sitting alone under a darkened sky
With nothing to do
But wrap a trembling hand
Around a razor blade
Feelings monsters clawing skin
Holding a shredded soul
Blinded with splatters of crimson
I can't see...
Lying with you on the top of the stars
With nothing to do
But extend a shaking arm
And let you slide down with a razor blade
Crying as the devils sing
Reaching out with dashes hopes
Numb to the salt in my wounds
I can't feel...
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Nice, non-rhyming, and disturbing. Review, please?