toxins fill the air
outside my bedroom window
pollution turns the skies to black
doves fall and mutate into ravens

rivers flow crimson...
poisoning underwater life
looking out,safe inside my room
or so they think...they're wrong.

its dark, I'm cold, alone, wait...
not alone, my friends are here.
they love me so
they wont do me wrong

they're small and cold...
and sharp around the edges
they give me kisses, gental kisses...
razorblade kisses, smile.

swallow my razors--my pride
before I choke on it
feel the incisions bleeding and burning
infectious and stinging...

inside my reddened throat
as I vomit up my meals
just this one last time...
just this one last night

I let the acid burn my tounge
taste my life as it poors out
coughing up my insides
blood so toxic and corrosive

-Heather