Death by razor

All you hear is the dead silence of blood trickling down your arms...
The slight 'tick' of the razor leaving your skin...
The crimson liquid drips to the ice below you...
and turns into a puddle of clear red waters...

Something overcomes your frozen flesh...
and you float up through the blackness...
Something is strangling your soul...
Someone is breaking every bone in your body...

But no one is there...
Nothing is moving around you...

Drip Drop... it's the only thing flowing inside...
and it's leaving you...
Crack... Down you've dropped... Dead...

Reviews

[Ryan Heisel]

wow. intense poem.