• breaking free of this terrible madness
    silent stalking words surround this blade
    numbing pains surround my wrists
    it falls, "plip" it hits the ground
    red sorrow in a cut of life
    potential nothingness
    wounded spirit
    "smear", its wiped away
    more remains
    your corneas feast upon this sight
    pupils bathe in its glory
    Then you wonder why you live
    The answer comes
    To die
    "slit"and thats the end