Title: Cuts
by Grace from Durham | in writing, poetry
Scarlot billows flow and flow,
my mind is saying "Oh god, no,
please let this all be a dream",
but once i pinch myself things are as they seem,
the red flow runs and cannot be stopped,
warning lights in my head go pop,
my mind slowly drifts away,
even though my sences are screaming at me to stay...
Erm, it was a dream I had about me being an emo, actually. And i died when i woke up. Very sad, but deep. Credits: I'm not suicidal - though I have been told that this is badly depressing. I normally write happier stuff. Promise...
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