Looking in the mirror.
Bloodshot eyes,
Hair falling out.
Bleeding wrists.
Blood stained tiles.
Staring at those eyes;
Those dark,
Dark eyes.
Watching her closely,
Intensely.
Monitoring her every move,
Knowing the next.
Being in control,
Yet being so unsure.
Blurry imaging.
Fading away,
Faintly.
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Lucid (Poetry)
PoetryEvery thought is lucid... ...or maybe it's not. -------- A collection of poems thought out and written by me. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied or used in plagiarism. ©
