Night Life

by k i k i   Jan 10, 2006


Silent.
Alone.
Cold.
Hungry.

Cut, cut, cut.

Tired.
Bored.
Weary.
Shaken.

Again, again, again.

Disturbed.
Anxious.
Still.
Unaided.

Blurred.
Anonymous.
Dirty.
Shadow.

It's not the first time.

Darkness.
Fire.
Burn.
Skin.

I can't feel it.

Immune.
Closed.
Insignificant.
Weak.

I can't stop the urge.

I can't help but hurt.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jaklynn

    Its very strong, it conveys your message well. I like the choppiness of it, the subject matter warrants it because it should not be smooth. Great job.