Nothing never really scares me…
Not even this fatal dose of paracetamol that can never numb this pain or heal these scars.
Not even this blade that cuts me open, exposing every inch of my body but the true depths of my suffering.
Not even these tears I shed momentarily, in the brief gap between breaths…
Nothing never really scares me.
Not even these stained fragments of memories when Death sang to me…
Instead we danced like fire in wind whirls…
And even though I was ready to die,
I was not ready to give you up.