Cut

In blinding tears
Lock the door
Shutting away the hurt
Shunning away the redemption
Turn on the angry sound
To match emotions
To conceal the painful truth
Knucles a pasty white
From gripping the sharp edge
Open the window
Invisible light pours in
Sit down quickly
Trembling uncontrollably
As the silver blade is raised
Slicing the air
Before it greets the flesh
The skin succumbs
A veteran to its punishment
As crimson slides slowly
Fascination with claret color
A dark, beautiful red
As the initial sting subsides
Tranquility returns
Watching the stained knife
Gleam in the sun
Such a pacific storm.