The smell of death,
Fills your nostrils,
Seeps into your lungs
There's no where to go, no where to run
It surrounds you, surrounds you
But
You've never felt so alive
Teetering on the edge,
Wondering whether you were left or dead or have a chance to survive
It clouds you brain,
What's left of it anyway
There's no room
How can you think?
When death eats you alive
YOU ARE READING
At Its Finest ✔️
PoetryThis is an original series of poems written in 2014 but later taken down. As of 2017 I have updated, added pictures, and republished them. These poems have underlying, if not obvious, themes of depression, self-harm, suicide, and heart break.
