Get to the Point

Little words
written in red
to prove a point
poet's soul is dead

Back to points
did you know?
a razor blade
is the best way to go?

Write some words
bite into skin
My darling dearest,
'tis the sweetest sin

A little pain
and a rush of blood
feels so good
dissipates the numb

But points are pointless
when it boils down
nobody listens any more
to those who scream loud

So say goodbye
Oh, Reader, Dear
just another poem
ended with fear