With every lash, I relinquish despair.
Lapping with my tongue,
The blood from my slit skin.
While concluding the lullaby
Of my concocted self-destruction.
Lying back,
Between the sheets,
The sore remedy of misery
Scab the wounds of bitter moments.
Reflecting on the remedy of life.
No Romeo.
No Juliet.
In my mind, only suicide.
My only hope, my only solution.
A thrust of the shaking spear in my side.
Do it again,
I cannot sleep.
Only will I weep.
Do it now.
With a frown
I grab the blade.
Blind in the night.
Slitting my wrists.
To calm the spirits of fright.
Slashing myself to sleep.
My clock ticks two
Then at six, my hell will resume.