I want to be numb.
Pins and needles,
Spreading throughout my body.
Expanding,
Like a chronic disease.
A tidal wave of nothingness
Rushing through my veins,
Meeting shore in my brain.
Lapping against my demons.
Engulfing them,
Drowning them in its wake.
Empty,
Yet surrounded.
Ears and mind crowded.
Nothing but the bellowing
Thump of my slowing heart.
Echoing through my limbs,
Chasing out my broken soul.
The nick of cold steel;
Morphine for my corpse.
Scarlet rain
Pouring down a blood tainted
Organ.
Deeper,
Into flesh untouched
By the clever grasped tightly
In my trembling hands.
Veins like volcanos,
Erupting.
Terrain veiled by the red sea.
Crimson lava,
Masking the ground I've paced daily.
Tunnelling perception,
Evanescent light.
Vanishing tenacity,
Waning wheezes.
Life dissipating
Into nothing but a memory.
Demons vanish,
As my veins run dry.
The flaming liquid
imperious to mortality
,
Drained.
Eyelids fastened,
Eternally numb.
-M.R.
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Hopelessness
Poetry[Going to be] A series of dark, relatable poems. A diary, some might say. Take a stroll through the mind of a sunken-souled teenager - me.
