Thu, 04/01/2021 - 17:31 -- HailsM

I slash, I grab, and I wrinkle 

I wither, I toss and I turn

I grab, I drag and I bend it 

I slice it, I torture it, kill me 

I vomit, I cry and I yearn 

I scream and I yell but I sense it 

From deep down within me it burns 

I shriek as I feel then numb it 

By slashing it all the way through

Over and over I watch it 

Cold blood pouring out, running blur 

I drag it, I twist it and I break it 

Till I can't take anymore pain 

From this blade edge which twists deep within me 

And steadily drives me insane

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