Homicide

of crimson and flesh.

Thoughts

I have thoughts

I have a heart

I have those thoughts

So I lose my heart

And when I do, the void takes over.

It’s dark in there.

With no action potentials, no pulse, how

Underneath my clothes, I am naked

My skin will show

It would look better stained with crimson

bubble up to the surface

Drip Dropsounds and music I hope would drown me

It doesn’t work

The thoughts are too rowdy

When do I get out

I want to get out

But I wanna stay sane

Out there is a world worst than hell

Dystopia of reality and faults

My faults

I hate her

Sprawled across the bathroom floor

Typing

Typing

Typing

Like it could help her

Vision blurred with tears

I hope I could tell her to stop the

Thoughts

Of

Thoughts

Of thoughts of

Death.

I’m sprawled on the bathroom floor

Eardrums vibrating

From the