Breaking Skin
Surely may I be certainly stable
But behind this eerie differing insincere gaze
Is a needle
On the verge of breaking skin
Just a moment of peace
Before the deafening horror filled haze
As if I'm a twig
Bending but not breaking
Awaiting a momentary snap
The clock ticks and tocks away
Like the beat of my bloodless heart
My bold are loose
My nuts are juiced
I am totally screwed
Contemplating my misguided soul
As it slowly molds
Quietly I turn cold
The sickness takes over
Once again
Escapes the darkness within
Copyright © Christian Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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