as i walk these halls my eyes blurry with blood loss every step brings me forth into darkness searching for a fire yet only finding pools of blood. as if i'm drowning, my thrught was cut not by my hand or anyone i know. the pain fills me and i smile because i know the feeling as i sit here in the hall bleeding in my darkness werea flame burns to stop the bleeding i feel the wounderful and pleasurable pain of which i sout after all my life to find that in death i find the pain of extacy in the darkest reaches of my mind. |
Submission Name: bleeding
