My Life's Pleasures

Obsession

The destruction of life, watching it fade.

All because of this beautifully crafted silver-finished blade.

It's smooth, cold, and sharp. 

It sings to me, the sounds of a harp.

My heart's pain is replaced with anxiety.

I do not belong here in society. 

I'm not the same as everyone here. 

In this life there is nothing I fear.

From my wrists red blood leaks.

This is the pain that my life seeks. 

I look in the mirror, curling my nose.

Wanting to slit my throat with a thorn from a rose.

Sitting in the snow completely underdressed.

My skin going numb and my breath growing faint.

This is the feeling that I like best.

My blood staining the snow, like red paint.

My chest grows heavy and my eyes close slowly.

The white vapor fades away, I feel so lonely.

Snow falls all around me, on me, inside of me.

Motionless, covered in white, that's all you can see.