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

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