The sharpness of the razor yet untested
The gliding through the softness of my skin
Sharp pain yet delivered, can be a drug
Addictive, and ensnares all my senses
Like a haze, clouding over my mind
Muscles coiling from release of the blade.
Bright red smiles on the skin show I'm OK.
Seeing the blood, dark red, staining like ink
The temptation to lick it off my skin
turning my tongue a beautiful maroon.
The tickle of the blood sliding down my arm
Entrancing lines of scarlet on my skin
The only escape from Life's own stress
lies in the path of cutting one's own skin
Such blissful pain, much like an orgasm
They call me weird, stupid, retarded
But I am different. I am proud of it
It is my badge of honor. My deserved title
When the blade is no longer a relief
Then time to tie a desired knot
A simple knot. They call it a noose
I know it by another name
A necklace. One of sweet release.
To wear it, the kick the chair. I know this.
To leave the restraints of the physical body.
My own, damaged vessel.
To fly free, to heaven or hell. My choice.
The only color worth wearing is black.
We control our destinies, not them.
We are who we are. We are not normal.
Normal
Fucking
Sucks
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Yet Undarkened- A poem By Me
PoetryOne of the most edgiest, yet simply beautiful poems