Nails scratching at the back of your mind.
Ripping yourself away.
Scratching at the back of your eyes,
Until your blind.
Blood running through your veins.
Heart beating in your chest.
Thriving fear & it's beautiful pain.
Keeping you from your rest.
Pentagrams marking individually blessed.
Weaving a tangled nest.
Through your eye sockets,
And wrapped around your tongue.
Spinning around your spine,
Tying knots around your lungs.
Across your throat appears a red line.
Slit throat, bleeding out onto the floor.
Footsteps & violent knocking on the door.
Vision blurred in blood & tears.
Daydreams of nightmares & fears.
Seconds shedding to years.
Memories, emotions & the cure so near.
Letting it slip through your fingertips.
Teasing your lips with a cold sip.
Inside & out ripped apart,
And mended back together.
Lying your glass heart on a platter.
Handing it over to watch it shatter.
Blackness, nothingness.
Looking into the eyes of fear.
Diminish my purpose here.
Into thin air & disappear...
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