I’m too deep in myself to find the real me

Too far from reality to feel the unreal

Way too high to touch the skies

And too low to know hell

So lost I can’t even be found

While floating; just to drown

And sink further

And further beneath my skin

Where ticklish crimson itches to be released

To spread by silver blades

To be

The only absolute thing in my life

Again

But I inhale and ignore the silver

Proving to myself

That I’m stronger than flowing blood

But that lie knows the truth

That now

Even my crimson

Is frozen.