The shard of glass
It's slowly cutting deeper into his chest
He doesn't feel it
But it's getting pushed farther, deeper
That dagger pinning his hand to the ground
The blade is twisting
The blood squirts out and splatters his face
He doesn't move in anyway
The sword sawing his leg
The leg he tatooed himself with his meaning
It's amputating the bone
Any second now it will break
The noose around his neck
Pull it tighter
Rid of his insanity
Blind him of the images that curse his mind
He sees black now
The stars are not glowing
The air he breathed stopped flowing
The shard popped out and with it came his heart. |
Submission Name: Imaginable Misery
