Literature
there is a feeling...
There is a feeling,
A sense of confusion,
A flustering feeling when your insides burn and your skin turns to goose-flesh.
In this moment,
This dark dizzy moment,
All your thoughts sink to the back of your mind and weigh you down.
You don't know what it is,
This harsh feeling,
So your eyes bleed freezing tears.
You cannot fall asleep,
Cannot remain awake.
You cannot move a muscle, yet can't bear to sit still.
You're falling in all directions without falling apart.
Yet, there's a certain rush,
An exhilarating rush,
That you get when the blood on your hands is the only source of warmth.
It's a rush that cannot be put into words