Each slow, shallow breath I take
Sends me closer towards my fate.
My mind races with my heart, and fails to refrain
From creating a never ending cycle of lustful pain.
I clench this knife with an ambivalent grasp,
Letting it carve into my flesh as I let out a silent gasp.
Desperate for comfort, the silence feigns screams
As the blade reassures me this in not a dream.
I give into each corrupt desire,
I give into my every failure.
Am I dead or alive?
Am I reality deprived?
Can I feel? Can I cry?
Can I simply try?
