The red rush
I miss the feeling Miss the rush The red that clouds the black Choking me letting me breathe The nick The snap The first sizzle Calming overwhelming Veins turning into rivers A bloody calm river Settling through the cloud of fog Geysers dry Start new geysers Ebb and Flow Pain to pleasure Writing on the wall Dripping in blood Passing out drunk from pain High off a release Dreading the low that follows Flames lit,skin singes Flames dance higher Rising dancing smoke Overtaking all thoughts