i cant help but think

sometimes i feel fine. and then thoughts come to mind and can't help but think that my writs are missing a bit of red.

the air is saturated
and all i see is red
i cant help but taste the something bitter on my tongue
i cant see.. all i feel is the warm wet air

i cant help but feel sumbersed in blood

i blink and think
i look for clues on my surroundings.
i still see red and taste the bitter wet air.
dont open your eyes, dont breath or you'll drowned in it

i cant remember what i did.. but i see what has happened
i try to remember but my senses are overwhellemed

have i had a few. or is it the static in the air.
i see the marks on me. and i see you've cleared out of my room
i cant help but think ive done something wrong
to the both of us

i blink again..
bang on wood and velvet.
where am i
.. blood
guts..
..mistakes and your voice in my head and your touch haunt