Another poem I wrote titled, "Hollow."

Put crimson petals on my eyelids, I'm drifting further from where light is. I don't know where my mind is, It's long gone and I've gone lifeless.

I search for angels in my crisis, but find cold devils in my iris. I'm entangled by my vices, strangled by what I've held the highest.

Depressed. My mind is fully drowned in stress.

Detest. I hate what's locked inside my chest.

Dissect. I watch red flow like I'm obsessed.

At rest. I swear I'll never be so blessed

©ThoughtsToMyself