I suppose I am outraged by envy,
When worthiness has no longer worth the fight,
I dream of sinking myself in blood,
My own blood dripping from my veins..
The pulsating thumps of the heart,
That goes weaker by the loss of red,
Slowly losing grip of the near nothingness,
Until darkness overcome light and all is still..
Novenia – 22.07.2011 – 19.48