I
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
This poem is about:
Me