I am barking,
I am raving,
I am craving for the blood lust.
Edges, so sharp, so hypnotising,
Satisfying my craze for the blood loss.
Fragments of thoughts are driving me crazy,
Half the time I am thinking of stop living.
The terrace visits are becoming frequent.
Admiring the fall is now a solace.
Craving for a slip is now becoming prominent.
Things are becoming crazy,
As I have started imagining the "After me's"
These nights are getting darker.
Suffocating silences seems scary.
Becoming a sadist day by day,
Entered the category of being depressed.
Thinking about the close calls which used to give me chills.
But now I smile and think of what if's.
Tears from these eyes fall,
But nothing can calm this mind now.
Isolation has become a part of me now,
Words seldom escape my mouth.
Sitting at a corner, observing all.
Closing myself in this prison,
I am going mad.
Paper and pen,
Smoke rings and syringes,
Scissors and blades,
Whiskey and cocaine,
Tears and reds,
Guilts and regrets,
Isolation and pain.
Every single stuff is summing me up,
And I think of no pain.
Is this just me,
Or it's getting darker.
Is this what they call
Suicidal?