Sunday, June 13, 2010

Oxygen

He smothers me...
He chokes my words away...
It's really hard to swallow with his hands around my throat.
I'm so freaking tired of "I told you so".
I push the blade a little deeper...
I wanna know if I'll live, but honestly I'm not sure...
It's bleeding out...
I cannot stop...
Too much ruby, crimson...
I close my eyes and beg for peace.
I ask my demons to quiet down...
Life was peaceful before he wrapped his twisted hands around my neck...

By DeLaney

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