A Sick And Twisted Cycle.

A Sick And Twisted Cycle.

A Poem by Renea Quail

Binge. 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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Not too many people can bring the highs and lows of emotions and how to obtain them in a dark twisted way. The craving for the high is all to quick and to have it end is the worst part of the downfall. I loved it.

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