The Darkness Five

The small thin blade called to my soul once more One two three four, for each that I’ve never been good enough It beads quickly this time I suppose this time was enough to go deeper It calmed my haggard soul only for a moment then it flooded back Don’t be you, conform, be submissive or be gone Keep the pain from him. Draw the life from yourself Three more lines as if by magic beading up brain slipping into delusional euphoria Smearing the red and the copper scent floating up reeling me back to reality Time to clean so innocence does not see.