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.
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