Tracks

Pins and needles.
Crawling up my spine.
This cold place,
The shakes.
White
Black
I'm grey.
Hollow eyes with an empty soul to match.
Rip out my heart and give it to you,
On a platter.
I'm grey.
I'm ashamed.
White.
Black.
The shakes.
The tracks.
The veins.
Pins and needles.
I'm grey.

©Felix