No voices, but a screaming in my head. Poisonous thoughts like lead. Dreams left in shreds,Too much meds Dread. I tried to tell them. They fled. When the moon had departed And the sun's watching me instead, They'll find me in my bed,Covered in red,Wounded,Pale and bled.
Dead. And everything that I said,Will only be words you read. I'll be gone.Go on.
dahmer80 dahmer80
36-40, M
2 Responses Aug 25, 2014

**** yes.

Like you wrote it for me <3 hang in there x