I closed my eyes in the dark,
and I waited
It hurt, yet felt better than most things
draining my emotions more swiftly
Any pain, any sadness burned away
replaced by ash and apathy
Red blood, contrasting pale, soft flesh
blooms and radiates heat
Covering me in warmth,
disgust and waves of nausea
Needle weaving in and out
of the fabric of my hands
Each time a dark thought escaped my mouth
it painted my world in darker hues
Until the only colors left were blacks and blues
the palette of my canvas
I closed my eyes in the dark,
and I waited.
A long tale which I shall elaborate upon some other (ungodly) hour.
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