Veins

The veins turn to ice, the porcelain turns to blood and the eyes turn into the ocean.
The words shake, the heart races, and the knees buckle.
The red runs, the tears flow and the pills come out.
The stairs are climbed, the music is blasted and the words are screamed.
The page is marked, the numbers are dialed, the door is slammed.
The legs kick, the arms flail and the mouth tries to scream, but to no avail. No air enters the lungs...
The body curls, the mind aches and the heart hurts, the soul darkens. The three become jaded.
The trust dies, the love turns to hate and I turn cold.