• the grating of the skin
    lashes at the wrists
    blood soaked towel
    your release
    No, your death
    does it upset you when your finished
    guilt is that what you feel
    obsession. never stopping
    a need
    you hold steady to the razor
    one wrong cut and your gone
    it gushes out
    run to the sink, wash it away
    look in the mirror, what do you see?
    the monster controlling your next move
    the horror of it overpowered by your blood lust
    just for your need
    your release