the hallucinations begin
the maggots crawling on my skin
searching for each fresh wound
wanting to bury deep inside
this dark rotting flesh
of mine
i cry
i only wish to rest
lying here is absolutely
no “good nightâ€
paranoia
filling my mind
drowning in sorrow and pain
this feeling won’t fucking go away
but i have no God
i can not pray
not for this night
nor for any other day.
Tag:
Fucking Night
i drink every fucking night i drink and i fucking hate it. but every time i try to stop my wrists itch ready to be torn apart but i cant do a fucking thing about it. im sick of feeling. fuck it.