Drowning

by Psychotic Tendencies   Apr 21, 2005


Thorns and needles
stuck inside him
bloody tears
dripping down

crying in a corner
over that fateful day
wondering why
it had to happen

reaching under the floor
to pull out a small razor
pressing it against pale flesh
and slashing it madly

the blood that flows out
bleeds black and not red
as it covers the floor
and he slumps down dead

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