Intoxication

Beneath the looking glass are the hands that scratches through you
The nails rip apart
The glass cuts through the arms

The blood drip down the lips 
As the skin shows bone
Digging through the hole
And out towards death 

With the thoughts of abundance as the only thing left

We all awaken to death.

Reviews

[Heartful5160]

Great job on writing this. I agree, we all awaken when it comes to death!