It's dark I feel at peace With myself and the world But I still feel sad I still want to cut I still want to see my vain split open From the metallic blade I possess I want to watch as my life pours from my wrist I want to watch myself slowly die
It is both beautiful and haunting To open up to someone so daunting When life has been a swirl of blades and forgotten days To take comfort in a stranger not so strange.
you're allowed to be a little selfish, she tells herself you're allowed to feel, she repeats as she pushes the blade, manages to gulp down a sob as she stares stares stares stares at the opened skin and the dripping blood you don't deserve this, is what she doesn't say or admit even to herself
Opposite to belief, Recovery is not relief, For when I no longer wanted the toothy blade To laugh across my skin, Not even a pinch, Not even a pin, I realized that hope had drained, Like liquor down the sink.
before I met you I had flood gates in my mind and a lock stronger than iron but you know you've always been a tidal wave with a thrashing determination to get your way now I've got tsunamis every few hours because every thought is a wave without control and my mind has an occupation of its own
The pain inside drives them to do good, To overcome barriers within them. Personal gain is pushed aside for the care of another defies all other emotion.
All they want is a good life for everyone All they hate is evil The greatest good is the mission And they are the tool to accomplish that task.
As the moon sits lightly on an amber purple cloud The vermillion leaves above the sidewalk roar and grow so loud The streetlamps dim in vision as the mission seems to find its way to kiss them on the surface of the earth the worlds final day
has once again been out demanded by the superhero's blade.
