The Blade's Caress

I clutch at the blade tenderly,
Gazing at it with awe.
Used to mask my pain,
To erase the things I saw.

It pierces through my skin,
Sliding through my flesh.
Soon my pain starts fading.
The blade becoming a caress.

The blade is moving quickly,
Etching pictures in my skin.
As my mind replays over,
Each battle I won't win.

Blood is dripping everywhere,
It's everywhere I look.
It distracts me from the pain,
Of remembering what you took.

With every cut I see you,
Knowing this is all on you.
Breaking my heart to pieces,
You never had a clue.

But I've found a way of dealing,
To this I must confess.
My body tight with anticipation,
Awaiting the blade's next caress.

by sassicat
posted on 03/02/2008