Blade

 

The night is full of terrors

faraway voices calling me to join them

in the lunatic dance of the ghosts

Thoughts of putting the blade to my wrist

Urges of immersing myself in the depths of narcotic trance and rough sex

I’m fighting them with all my power

But when the dawn comes I give in

 

The blade is cold against my skin

Shivers like maggots crawling down my spine

It will only take a moment

then it will be all over

I hear myself say

 

 



 

 

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