Yet Undarkened- A poem By Me

Yet Endarkened

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

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