A Sick And Twisted Cycle.A Poem by Renea QuailBinge. Purge. Starve. Cutting and slicing. Self destruction at it's greatest. What a rush, Like a flow of ecstasy; A twisted euphoria. The feelings sink deep into my veins, Like shiny metal blades. Causing me pain, A pleasure. Words swim and buzz in my head; Why can't they just leave me be!? What torments they bring. Like sharks in a sea of fresh blood; They scream "ATTACK!" And just like that, It's all over; And the start of a new cycle. © 2013 Renea Quail |
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