Cold sharp steel against warm soft flesh.
Blood and tears mixed with rain, deluding my head of the fact of death before me. To drown my sorrows like a whirlpool of bliss, only to be met with an unsettled ocean of guilt…
Author's Notes/Comments:
This is just another poem that sort of reminds me that I exist, whether I like it or not, and that no matter what I do, I'm always gonna wake up.