un written thoughts

I come to touch the tip of the sky with my finger tips.

Then I come to the ground falling on glass.

my head starts to ache from the lack of oxygen to my brain.

my body is throbbing from the deep cuts on my skin.

it rains red drops from the angels getting hacked in heaven.

the sweet smell. oh it feels so right.

my deceiving smile. it shows wicked sights.

deeper and deeper I fall in this numbing feeling.

im seeing colors of black and red.

Am I fine?

writing a tale. it's carving in my back.

the pain is so nice.

I feel alive.