Im not slipping on ice
im not slipping on water
It seems more like
im slipping on glass.
The sharp martial
gab deep into
mine fragile skin.
Its points…
are sharpen like
an kitchen knife.
Stab Stab Stab
as it feeds on mine flesh.
As the blood sleep out
like an overflow waterfall.
Im not slipping on ice
im not slipping on water
i guess tonight was the night
that i had finally fall.
1 comment
wow this is really sad, did you make this up? it actually makes a really good poem, hey I know what you feel like, I don’t know you’re whole story, but if you want to talk, I’m listening