Spiraling to Nothingness

i. blood and tears mix
on the palm of my hands
as i watch the flames die,
candle wax drips on my vans

ii. eyes dark as pitch
cuts and bruises on my skin
how can i fix this
when i’ve let the demons win?

iii. confusion intensifies
conflict continues to arise
in my mind, i’m going mad
thoughts comparable to darkened skies

iv. black and blue knuckles
scarlet marks on the wall
bearing streaks of blood
isolation once and for all


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