So this started out being inspired by a Macbeth quote, and in the end became about light self-injury sooo..... Yeah. Not sure where I was going with this. -Devious_little_Devil
What's Done is Done
Final
Said
Lost
Beyond our power to grab back and
Control.
Definite
Finished
Stale
We can no longer change it,
Only watch as it continues to affect our lives.
Horror
Pain
Darkness
Will close in, seeking out
The slightest hint of weakness.
Your inner most thoughts will betray you,
As your worst fears creep past the sound barrier
Of sleep into the waking world.
Shame,
Embarrassment
The disgusting nature of
Your actions will come flooding back,
Preventing coherent thought and
Leaving only one loud instinct to
Be heard.
STOP;
Is what it says.
Make the painful images and memories
Vanish,
-At least for a time.
But you can't at first.
You can only screw up your eyes
And bite a pillow to keep from screaming.
Later you'll try hitting things
Stuffed animals, books,
Nothing works as well as the
Internal screaming demands.
The raucous uproar is deafening. You
Find yourself opening your mouth to
Drown it out with your own wails.
But that would bring people coming.
No one can see you as you are, truly.
An unconscious decision leads your hand to your mouth
As you cut off the primal yell viciously.
Pressure explodes around your finger
As the turmoil quiets.
The bedlam that was haunting you flees
From the real pain.
The fog veiling your mind lifts a little, as you examine eight
Little indentations on your helpful digit.
And suddenly, you find a weapon with which to
Beat your demons.
