Cutting up my sanity one slice at a time
A crimson red blade clutched tightly in my hand.
Seconds become lifelines as I fade
Crying as I bleed, staining the bloody floors.
I am nothing, invisible to the ignorant
Unimportant to the rich, stealing from the poor.
Revealing my weakness in sorrow
Cautiously turning to stone.
Killing my nightmares with violent visions
Proving to myself my worthless quality.
Begging on my knees on razor sharp tiles.
Beyond bandages and help, saving only my endeavors
And they will breath on long after I cease.
Suffocating with this noose around my neck.
Smiling in the brief satisfaction of knowing
I’m in complete control.
Burning down reality with the spark from oblivion
Predictable envy shoots from glaring eyes as I succeed.
I’ve won the battle that everyone has fought
And I let my pride shove down my precautions.
Slowly but surely I give in to the ache I’ve ignored.
Grasping for something to hold as my faith breaks
I call it my savoir, this bloody blade
And I hold on to it for the dear life it stole.
