Dimitra Biskini

“My word stink
of blood and gore
of sleepless nights
of invisible demons
of razors and knives
of slashed wrists

My words - they stink.”
― Akanksha Singh

“You stay up until 3am - the time when the fine lines start to get blurry. You found yourself standing on the edge. You think you’re not supposed to be there so you jumped and crossed the line. You’ve come to a place where the voices are much louder…where the words are much clearer. It’s a place where the harmless things hurt you. It is where you wonder why the sea-like decisions you’ve made and the copper-like smiles has led you to loathe yourself. You wonder why your skin suddenly craves the feeling of metal. You laugh. Because it’s 3am- the time when salts and metals come together… the time when tears and blood embrace.”
― Kiel G.C.

“I crave stillness,
And yet I fear the moment
Stillness turns into boredom,
And the moment boredom
Turns into loneliness.”
― Chris Mc Geown, Dead of Night

“I know the feeling When you cry alone Your ego keeps you alive But your heart wants to die Every second you wish For the world to stop”
― Irum Zahra, Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black