I Am

A Poem by The Wordsmith

An aesthetic of perpetual apathetical negligence
A heart of rage and destruction for who I've been
A soul wearily waking and aching alone from deep within
A body breaking and pushing itself to limits I cannot stand
A mind of chaos fervently filling me finding me nothing but pain again
A release of temporary needed nothingness
A bite from a blade slicing shallowly within my skin
And with this I find freedom from everything that never ends
Escaping essentially into infinite emptiness
So as all I am comes upon me once again
I feel the calm of the blade resting in my hand