vanshika chauhan

26 Oct, 2014 12:17 PM
I painted words.
The thin paper of life tore.

Hungry and salivating eyes,
Tearing scraps of skin.

Black liquid ink.
Splashed on my face;
Smeared and smudged
Blotting the void of blood

Bruised leg and bleeding lip.
And my eyes-
Perfect and hollow.
Pale skeletal hands.tired.
A rag stuffed in my mouth.

Wine and candles.
Black eyes and cigarette butts.
One last attempt at fate.
One last effort.
Futile and final.

A deep gaze into the night.
Into his eyes.
Everything and nothing.
That is the taste of death....
Tags: Death, Pain, Sadistic
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armaan sharma says:
22 Apr, 2016 05:07 PM


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vanshika chauhan says:
07 May, 2016 02:44 PM

Thnx armaan..

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