your fingers tremble and are cold
you heart seems to skip beats
blood seems to be protesting
inside your veins, it rushes to be out
emotions seems ready to explode
but is locked in a heart-shaped box
you carry your unstable feelings
waiting for them to explode secretly
searching for a chemical to set it off
letting out a scream but it is silenced
hit your numb self and hope it hurts
abuse your body in order to attract it
thoughts running through you mind;
lead me to the ground,
dont make a sound,
try to cry away the wound
and leave what surrounds...
FOREVER.
and when you body turns into ice
your soul frozen by shock
your heart cold by reality
you blood reaching it's coldest point
stay away from the key, the heat
it cracks even the thickess ice
and turns it into pebbles of tears
racing down and down the cover
until there is nothing to melt away,
then was is left to be done?
dolefulutter copyright ♥
-Daniel-
Not having choices has created chaos;
i love that. did you state that or did you quote it from someone else?