Pressure Finger

sitting in silence, i feel over whelmed by self loathing. waiting to die is long and boring. where is the fast forward button? fingers resting gently upon trigger. the taste of my blood on my tongue gets bolder with every second that passes by. the smell of fear is pungent. the silence i hear is louder than the voice of god. cold sweat oozzing from every pore. just do it they say! the voices that seem to terrorize me. am i dead already or is all of this just a bad dream? one from which there is no wakeing from. nails jabbed in the back of my neck. flames rising from the pits of my own hell. darkened corners in every direction. i wish it would all just stop!!!!

biiggiig biiggiig
31-35, M
Mar 22, 2009