to bleed by a cut

in my deep despair
I ravish this blade
I climb this mountain
foolishly thinking me a champion

I take this blade
and press it to sweet tanned skin
the deep red swells just within
flowing a bit faster than before

its been so long since
the sharp edge
met my flesh
i feel so alive and refreshed
as the crimson seeps down my arm
and ruby droplets slash the the floor
leave me wanting more and more

but i do not press the hot metal to skin
for the temptation of going over the edge again

tormented memories haunt my eyes
as i long to complete the sweetest suicide
but the denial and goals heretofore
are stronger willed then they ever were

and the ruby droplets cease to fall
as the crimson crusts over to muddy brown
another scar, another tale
another time, another way

to complete this mission
to bleed by a cut completely.

In Inspiration I Leave You,
Wren Sparrow