The blood pulses through my veins like wildfire,
I'm hopelessly breathless and I can't speak.
I can't think.
My vision is blurred and distorted.
I know nothing-
I breath the air of a savage.
I am ruthlessly scratching, lashing out at these walls.
Thrusting myself onto the floor in heated frustration.
The floor is cold beneathe my exposed body-
Seizing the fever,
Comforting me...
My tounge gently glides across the surface...
It is in that moment that I realize in horror that the floor is not a floor at all but,
Serpents!
Embodying me...
To where
I'm not really me at all.
The mirror displays a lie...
The soul within has died...
The fear...
Is alive...













Comments
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\"Has our destiny been predetermined and our path in life decided?
Or does fate say we are feathers in the wind, our paths unclear until we land.\" -Jeffo and Misty. : )
Oh em gee!
xDD
Thank you. :'D
And also thank you for the fav. ^ ^
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I am awake and feel the ache.
It's true! ^^ I always love your poems. I like the way at the end where it gives the poem motion (literally)
You're welcome!
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\"Has our destiny been predetermined and our path in life decided?
Or does fate say we are feathers in the wind, our paths unclear until we land.\" -Jeffo and Misty. : )
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