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Thoughts
A thought is conjuring in my head.
What shall it be; clean, dirty, peaceful, or cruel.
That's a question that's left unsaid.
As it processes, I interpret. The answer is clear it's cruel.
A thought that hinders my mental state driving me towards the edge.
About to fall, these horrible thoughts. A hypothetical ledge.
I lay with this blade asking myself. Shall I end this suffering and pain.
The metal glistens as it contacts my tender neck begging for its maim.
Another thought appears this one seems quite acute.
Telling me that I am fine, this act I should not do.
As the blade begins to rip through my flesh, I start to second guess.
These demons I face in the tormented necropolis of my mind are they just a test.
Hardships that I must endure yet easier to succumb.
Thoughts blazing into my head as I bleed from this fresh wound.
I must think fast, the blood gushing. My life is soon undone.
A chemical bath some gauze to patch, trying to cease my utter doom.
It's crazy how a mental state can cause such nefarious actions.
Life is a mysterious yet glorious quest and my thoughts are fatal attractions.
