Lost

Fourty days

Nothing but happy

Everything else, repressed

Exhausting

Exhilerating

Executing

I finally broke

Salt water

flowing

from the

turquoise pools of my eyes.

Tiny

round

demonic

pill.

Washed down

one

after

another

with no

reprecussive

thoughts of

the past.

The blade stares deep into my soul.

I refuse to let it scar me...

For now.

Drifting into the limbo world we call sleep

seems

impossible.

I try anyway.

Out in ten.

My dreams

My visions

Are not the pleasant ones I am used to.

The dark

ominous

drifting

clouds

seem to draw me closer.

I am drawn into their

evil

grusome

plots.

The blade comes up and..

With cold sewat dripping,

I jolt awake.

I've been places I never thought I'd go.

Done things I never thought I'd do.

I'm broken.

I'm lost.

I'm afraid.

Author's Note

If there are any spelling/gramatical errors it's most likely because I don't have contacts in at the moment.

Reviews

[EternityWolf101]

This is.... different. Not in a bad way, but in a good way. I like it. It has that type of flow in it that makes everything seem to have definition. Good piece.