Sharp,
As the steel blade
Drags across my skin.
Destroying my body,
Scarring my heart,
Poisoning my mind.
As the blood cascades
Down my arms,
I watch.
Crimson paths of relief,
Washing my pain away,
Leaving me numb.
And looking down,
at my masterpiece
I created.
My pain,
My heartache,
My sorrow,
Reflecting,
In the rivers
Running down my arms.
Cuts open,
Red streams
Dried on my arms.
Bloody trails of
Shattered dreams
And lost hope.
I stare down at my work,
A twisted smile on my face.
Another piece to add to my gallery.
Maybe the next cut
Will finally set me free.
