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I buried them deeply down inside,
am i a destroyer because i cannot decide,
my veins continue to bleed but never escape the blood,
as a constant line of thoughts begin to flood,
a stream of stinging sounds passes by,
as splinters of glass spikes hit me in the eye,
screaming echoes frustrate even the most hard,
even when the legs escape me across the yard,
both wrists with tattoos of death block my ears,
as eyes shut sink me down to hide from those fears,
this place is my savior of sanity to keep a clear head,
but why must i be this way until they come to make me dead.