Slice

The knife lies in the corner,
Taunting me
Daring me to stab it into my cold flesh,
and feel the warmth of my blood
Flowing out of the wound…
Soaking into my soul...
My hands stained with fear I clutch the knife desperately to my chest
Silently I choke back a mangled sob
“Please —
don’t hate me.”
I press the blade hard against my skin,
waiting for the glimmer of crimson red blood
“Cutter.” She cries
I slice.
My soul abandoned in shredded tatters
from this hollow-hearted attempt at righteousness
I collapse onto the ground
The only proof of my existence
left behind in fading scars.

Nightmares

Why are you crying my dear?
Your sobs so loud and broken,
Was it dreams of him again?
Maybe it's the monsters of greed and selfishness that haunt your thoughts.
I long to protect you.
Use me to muffle your screams,
I wont mind.
I promace not to leave you like he did,
Cold and alone.
I'll cradle you softly until the damage fades away,
because only your pillows know the weakness of your tears.

Why?...

Everything's black,
but the world still spins in dizzying circles.
As tears cold enough put liquid hydrogen to shame
pour stubbornly down my face.
I try not to make a sound
as my sobbs become louder and more violent.
Pounding out against my chest,
they strike.
Again and again.
My mind rages war against my unwilling body,
And my heart is sucked deep into an exploding supernova of thoughts.
Why?...