The slight of the blade
Bites into your side
You gasp at the pain
And pleasure beside

A tear slips out
And down my cheek
Try to be loud
But only squeak

In your deaf ears
Where pain thrums now
Breaking no fear
Wasting life out

Red ribbons of love
Pour down pretty hips
Mind into the grove
And another trip

My bonds groaning
With the pressure
My love loathing
Long red fissures

The lies you spill
Crash to the floor
My love, be still
Pain is no more

*Addictions die hard
Or don't die at all
Depression's last card
Trips, please, don't fall.