I've found myself in these familiar shoes
In a rough patch of life
Contemplating whether the blade is
My friend or My enemy
Deciding to let the blade's edge
Comfort me, befriend me, love me
Feeling the blade dance across my wrist
With such grace
Watching the blood flow from the open wounds
with crimson beauty
Letting tears stream down my face
Without any reason
Finding myself right back at the start
With the Blade's edge comforting
My soul
 
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