I pull the blade across my already torn and tattered wrist
I bite my lip and I wonder........Has anyone else ever felt like this?
No....Of Course not......I quickly push it from my mind
As this blade erases everything from my mind
My blood starts to flow and all the memories quickly fade away
Nothing else could possibly matter when I feel this way
I breath a single sigh of relief as this amazing release takes its hold
Why can't anyone else understand this?
It's a bad thing......or so I've been told
But only it's the bad thing
It's the thing that keeps me sane
The blade is always searching for willing flesh to play its twisted game
I'm always a willing partner
I could never say no
It's a giver and taker
And I am firmly in its hold
Never does it let me down
Always it will ease the pain
But sometimes I have to wonder if I've gone too far
Just what exactly is my blade washing away?
Is it my pain?....Is it my sins?......
Is it every dark, evil, and ugly thing that lives within?
I'm not sure and of course it never tells
It's secrets.......alike to mine are condemning to hell