February 2012
The medicine is blending in mixing the blood with oxygen. I need this right now to figure myself out, cutting through the ribbons of self doubt.
I never thought you’d see me this way. You are the worst and I am to blame.
Close the door, lock it tight, then I’ll know you’re safe tonight. Turn on a song that means the most, believe I’m there and hold me close.
He is in my bloodstream, tonight he’s draining me. The room is filled with reds and blues. I follow as he leads into the darkness, drying up my veins. He’s a ghost, a silhouette, calling out my name.
