Leading Down
Burning scarlet holes through my skin.
Painting shades of purple on my face and chin.
Blades forcing into my ears,
the piercing scream filled with tears. It wont allow me to hear.
Darkness driving me insane,
it's like I can't even feel my own pain.
My withering soul casts a shadow on my body.
The farther I get the awful sensation cools down.
Down where the sun won't rise.
My own sinister slave,
leading me to my grave.




11 11 2010.
this a strong piece. when you
this a strong piece. when you write and leave yourself vulnerable it usually leads to some of the best work. keep writing