The thoughts streaming out of my head Were a blood-color red, And it felt good to get them out. No more screaming and crying, No more slowly dying, Because all the ideas are gone now, and i watch the words pool on the floor. I can taste them in my mouth, And my soul heading south, But the voices, words, and ideas are gone, hooray! The words look funny, though, almost like blood, It's wierd, but I shrug as they start a flood, Right there on the bathroom floor. The thoughts are gone, and so am i, But, it was worth it to die, And get these thoughts out of my head.
i apologize for my shit work that ive been submitting lately. iv found a way to submit, but, only tradtional. and excuse the poem, its mandatory with the drawing.
i actually, kind of like this, considering it was a vent at around 10:00 last night, i had no sharpies, or markers, or pencils, and the blood is really red nail polish painted on with a kids watercolor brush.....oh well xD and i couldnt figure out whether it was a drawig, or painting, so i put it in miscellaneous. happy? this is one of two versions, if you want a closer-up version, i'll post it. kay?
but, thank you