Brittany Jo

Silver

Tonight cool steel has reunited with my skin

painting red lines, some thick some thin

a familiar sting radiating from my arm

and my dripping red makes me feel a waited calm

 

my old scars overlapped by wounds now fresh

my mind mesmerized by my open flesh

that silver to my skin, then a simple push and pull

Creates a pleasure of a pain in which I am in control

 

I’ve strayed too far from being saved, this I have accepted

some days I lay and wonder if a soon goodbye’s expected

my bleeding wounds the only thing that remind me I’m alive

I’ve become just a body with a soul I can’t revive

 

The release I love, but I know that it is only temporary 

The rushes and emotions each time vary

perhaps I’m sick, it’s sick, and be that as it may

what’s sickening is being pushed to not want to see another day