Thin lines of chaos,
evanescing peace.
Loud screeching echoes,
tethered feet begs to release.
Swollen red eyes,
the image you despise.
Crook lopsided smile,
it's been awhile.
Thin red line,
on your wrist looks fine.
The red rope of hope,
"sans everything" seems dope.
In life's poetry you tried to rhyme,
but voices breathes havoc, nix sublime.
You were thinking perhaps tomorrow,
you'll return the life you borrow.

𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒: 𝑇𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔