Paper Cut

I can feel the blood
coursing through my
veins

I can feel the breaking
of my
skin

I can hear the screams
inside my
head

Finally I feel DEAD

I can feel the
dripping of my
blood

I can feel the
scrapping of my
skin

I can hear the
bursting of my
ears
peircing with
screams

Finally I am DEAD


By: Vivia G. Thompson