Night Spirits

Dark spirits whisper to me,
In the middle of the night.
They lead me from my bed,
Guide me without a light.

My hand finds the bathroom door handle,
I give it a little twist.
Fingers fumble to find the razor,
Ill use to slit my wrist.

Now the spirits sit me down,
On the edge of the bath tub.
The razor starts a picture,
Which will soon be filled with blood.

My eyes are now flicked open,
Theres a smile across my face.
The scars will leave an imprint,
Of the picture I once traced.

The spirits lead me down the hall,
And tuck me in bed tight.
They’ve done their work, go back to sleep,
See you tomorrow night.