Tonight I sit quietly
Trying to keep what I'm about to do
Personal
Just the way I like it
Between me and my demons
I choose to fight with a single blade
Across the skin is where the battles held
Bubbles of red break the surface
Like the dawn of the sun
Until they too break and drip away
I keep these precious crimson tears
In mason jars.
Never to forget the times
The demons didn't win