Pain,
and neverending torture.
It is written all over my body.
With every mark I make,
and every slice my blade creates.
And every drop that fills my pool more
and more.
It always takes.
But it always helps.
For awhile longer I can remain intact,
and not be torn to shreds by my own
conflicting desires,
My own conflicting emotions.
Slice after slice.
Tear, tear open.
Wide and free.
Flow and run,
Keep me at ease,
help me to remain astray
by deaths open arms.
Arms I welcome
so longingly.
So friend,
Keep me away,
keep me astray,
let me deal with my pain another way.
To find deaths arms another day.
