My desire to sleep
is gone
all i need to hold on
for now is this blade,
held in my hands
kissing it,i sigh
What has happened to me?
This blade beckons me,
to be used
to be of use
for the abuse
it is known for,
even only to me;
Pain is its only other name,
Pain is its only other game,
Pain is the abuse it speaks to me of
as i slide it across my bare skin,
Cutting releases this pain,
The pain of the gain
of the strain it brings
The pain of the game
of the strain it leaves
Dripping red crimson
marks it leaves behind
are what it has done to me
what it has made of me
yet i still call it mine
Its abuse still lingers forever
in me because of the way it greets me
even as it turns my life from bliss to hell
as this blade watched me as i fell
without regret, and only doomed passion;
Pain has become my name
Pain has become my game
Now i have no other life
My life has never been the same
without you, dear Blade
You still beckon me
Youre still the same as youll ever be.
