the Vice and Fall / March 11, 2015

just a scratch

to render blood

nothing will match

the euphoric flood

the urge so strong

has swelled again

like it belongs

violent separation of skin

the lover, cold

a sharp piece of steel

left hand to hold

right arm to feel

a small, quick slice

and a little red ribbon

a slip to a vice

skin not kissed, but bitten

a quickening of heart

an addicting rush

tearing apart

with feelings to flush

its never enough

one soon is another

a cut slight more rough

red over pale skin covers

ti'll be worth it

stand on my shoulders

save yourself

while the pit's flames smolders

i will be fine

i belong in this hole

lifting others out

is simply my role

you do not belong here

let me help you out

go another way

you don't deserve this route

things happen for a reason

so just leave me be

one day your eyes will open

and you will finally see

do not waste your energy

do not waste your breath

you will only worry

and hasten your own death

do not fear

i will be fine

i have survived this

many a time