Disclaimer: The poem belongs to me; it's something I wrote sometime between my junior and senior year of high school. Enjoy!
36. Horror
Sweet, warm blood swims through my veins; I feel as though I'm insane.
The pain I endure is fierce and threatens to devour my very soul.
With eyes wide open, I dive in and attempt to swim through my splattered thoughts.
Empty dreams, my mind is a blank canvas thirsting to be painted.
Oh blissful death, won't you come my way?
Put an end to this cruel, unforgiving reality that has the misfortune of being my life.
I'm delirious in the mind.
Why is the truth so damn hard to find?
Feeling the cool blade against my skin,
I inhale deep breaths of air in.
My heart hammers insistently against my chest.
I'm soaring, drifting aimlessly through stormy skies.
The smoke from this cigarette clouds my vision.
I wonder if life truly has happy endings.
My pain, it howls her pleas, but they fall on the deaf ears of society.
Blood oozes from my wounded soul and paints my skin vivid.
I watch, mesmerized, as it pools and curls at the tips of my fingers.
Mouth hangs agape, yet I hear not a sound.
Roses are red.
Violets aren't blue.
Dreams, they're dead.
Promises aren't true.
Bleeding, and surprisingly, I feel not a thing.
Sorrowful songs my heart does sing.