The haze settles in and its that time again
to try and control these demons within.
the only difference from now and then
is that how its constantly happening.
I'm running out of room to self medicate
so its time to go over the ones Ive already made.
she jokes and i laugh about the pattern,
so her name is the scar that takes it turn.
the lines get deeper as time progresses
as the blades touch becomes gentle as i feel its caresses.
disturbingly enough i see my skin separate
causing my thoughts and pain to mediate.
the stream stops flowing and again I'm relaxed
as i lay in my blood waiting for the next attack.
wondering how much deeper will the next one be
hopefully deep enough to end this misery.
