Oh razor

The story of a human fighting universal morals.

Slit                      Slit     Slit
Slit -bleed-smile-Slit- The grin of a nobody trying to obtain serenity-  Slit- bleed- love does not triumph-These scars of mine, stare at me with blood-shot eyes;
                          “Why-
                            Did-
                            You-
                            Do-
                           Such-
                             A-
                           Thing-?”
“I simply don’t know.”
                 Says the inexperienced experimenter, fighting universal morals.
                                   Did I enjoy it?
                                     Did-I-enjoy-the pain-
                     Because my heart ached so much?
                              Because of my weaknesses and imperfections?
  Slit-
  Slit-bleed- grins of blood shot wrists.
                    
 

Reviews

[albee]

i feel therefore I Am...pain can jolt, focus, launch, transcend...pain with blood is the accretion disk around a black whole...

[Fenris Wulf]

i like it...really no complaints here. nicely written

[deleted]

Very dark piece! However, it shows us the pain that envelops us. I loved the structure of this poem.