i feel insane.
my head is cluttered.
i want to blow out all the feelings except one.
i want to feel the feeling of nothing.
but to feel nothing i will have to feel something.
that feeling that makes your blood run cold.
that makes your skin wet with anxiety.
that makes you panic.
that cold kiss of a metal barrel at the slight touch of your temple.
and with the twitch of my finger,
ill finally feel everything and watch it melt and pour into nothing.
that kiss will be the sting of a syringe.
then the infectious liquid will fill mind as the rest pours out the back.
all the dead memories will be left on the floor as my mind flies high into the heavens.
finally free of hell.
as i walk this earth my will feet will scar.
the flames will char.
ill leave a trail of blood,
the crimson red color of love,
hoping you will follow,
this wet floor of sorrow,
and at the end,
a new life will begin,
but only to be ******** up, once again.
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