As this blade brushes my skin
I tilt back my head
Inside I'm screaming
Not in pain and not in sorrow
But in relief and intensity
I feel the ocean so close to my veins
It's dripping onto the floor
I hear the slight break of silence
And it is now a deep sea on the tiles
I make crosses in my arm
They hurt so good
I'm in lust with this blade
I can't stop myself
I thrash it about my arms and legs
I'm a heap of red, torn and beaten
I falter and drop my lust
And stop for a short minute
I look at myself in the mirror
And see the only white in focus
I lean forward to pick up my lust
And with one last gasp
I slit my delicate throat
And fall into my sea of blood
My destiny, my companion, my lust

 
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