316th Post

A bleeding bandage.

Is all that remains of my eyes.

As a decision on not wanting.
To see the scars anymore.

A slit of the wrist.
A feel of warm blood.
Flowing out of the cut.

Listening.
As the drops land on the floor.

In a macabre.
Yet interesting sort of way.

A million thoughts.
So little time.

A million things to do.
So little time.

Guess one can only do so much in one's short life span.

But i am shutting them down.
Bit by bit.
Both human and non human.

Until there is nothing left.

But concealed secrets.
And a chaos of indecipherable thoughts.

But until then.

I can only wait.
And smile in pretense.

As the darkness closes in.
Bit by bit.