the deeper i cut
the less i bleed
unsure if i am in shock
or incapable of the need
or perhaps the desire
of what will not come.
death by a blade
when the plasmas reach an end
an end to the facade.
by of no means do i recommend
a life of taunt.
it sickens me
for it isnt what i want
it sickens me
because of what i do want
a jaunt
a journey of pleasure
or of that
freedom of leisure
something to treasure