Dribbles

Hot dribbles of
blood slide down my legs.

Cut.

Warm, welcome pain delicately
dances with my mind.

Cut.

All mental pain forgotten;
the physical takes over.

Cut.

Gripped between fingertips,
a small sliver of metal.

Cut.

All of your hate, lies,
emotions, thrown words fuel me.

Cut.

I promised her I wouldn't,
I'm clean, I swear I'm clean.

Cut.

Hot dribbles of
blood slide down my legs.

I'm sorry.

Author's Note

Today was not a very nice day. El Fin.

Reviews

[Lunar Pup]

its different which is a good thing ^.^