A Cutters Words

These words, their meaning, it flows freely. Its as if these words bleed from me, fast and hard as red as blood. Sometimes it hurts like an angry cut when you go to deep. These words, misenturprted, scary, wanting, needing, living, breathing. They have a mind of their own. Their independant of me. These words leave me dazed, falling behind in watever action i chose. Some how they are killing me making me cut, drink, they will reach their goal. These words are cruel, inhumane, empty, suicidal, scandalist, genderist. I want to slash these words in half, instead they cut right through me. These words are my enemy, used agaisnt me, mocking me, taunting me. I want to change them, make them duller, instead they grow sharper. These words haunt me, stalk me, drug me, cut me, bleed into me. No matter what I know the truth these words sing a lullaby, as i begin to believe These words serenade me, leaving me drifting, finally succumbing to slumber. They leave me tossing and turning till I wake screaming. These words make me cut deeper and deeper till finally I hit bone..