Close down one of my other poems. It doesn't matter. God, I hate all of your fuckin' rules.
My Face
When I cry, I lose my face
And a new face is carved:
I sit at the corner of my bed
Then the despair deep within me-
becomes stronger and stronger
Finally,
Tears of burning acid scar my cheeks
They stroll down to my chest
Then my chest is scorched into a black flesh.
I can't see it, but hell knows I can feel it.
The dissonance in my screeching cries
makes my ears tremble with numbing pain.
I see crimson blood hit my white shirt
Vibrant red lines through my heart
Which causes my sadness to explode into melancholy
Rage and sorrow become fused as one
And my soul tears at itself:
Clawing, ripping, and destroying me.
Everything becomes a blur
Thoughts string together into one long trance
I fall to the unforgiving ground,
and I hemorrhage all over the floor.
I force my feeble arms to push my body up
Then I look down my cherry red nose and
I stare at myself in the trickling puddle,
The waves in the blood become hypnotic
I witness the devil with a bewildered gaze
Until the terror becomes evident
And then I begin to scream until I eventually,
run out of breath,
suffocate,
pass out,
and choke to death,
on my face..