Cut

i can feel the cold kiss of steel
as i cut myself again
the warm drug slows my breathing
as my heart is erratically beating
in a dull sense of consciousness
as the only thing that's real
is dripping on the floor
this puddle of life
my gift and my curse

Reviews

[AlieahRose]

WOW...
THIS IS SOOO DEEP...
I REALLY LIKED READING THIS...
THIS IS SERVERLY RAW...
AND I THANK YOU FOR SHARING...

[.]

thats a deep thought provoking read..

[Misty Blue Eyes]

i have met the cold kiss of steel a few times i my life.this poem hits home for me its a good poem

[~Death The Kid~ ☜..]

Very emotanol I think. But it's a very good poem, keep writeing!

[CROSS QUARTRMANI]

"as the only thing that's real is dripping on the floor" powerful. Keep it up.