So close to the blade
it can feel the pulse racing
beating out the pain
and removing it from me
anger welling up
swelling up inside
tearing the soul
tearing the person
Cant let go
Self control perfidy
by the innocent eyes
looking apon the blade
which has served its intendment
scarred again
lacerations intent
intent on destruction
of the virtuous soul
annihilating all content
eradicating all emotion
obliterating this soul
heart dismembered
and throw to the vultures