The calm, silky, smooth shine.
The sensation of contact.
Between exhilarating possible death
And soft, gentle flesh.
The moment you break through.
The sharp, but quick erection of pain.
An exciting yet unbearable sight.
A quick, expanding liquid of murder
Thicker than water, but only slightly.
Feelings of want and need of excitement
But more of sorrow and melancholy.
The act itself adding to my addicting actions.
The bathroom sink has saved me
To much.
Close to death many times.
Oh my god… I love it.
My wrists, arms, stomach, thighs
All of which have felt the rumble of passion.
Next is the neck.
I shall see if death be the effect.
If not...?
Then I shall search and work my passion deeper
Until I cannot anymore.
The love I feel for these addicting chemicals
The endorphins, dopomine.
I won't…. Can't ever get enough.
I need more.
I'm eloped to it.
I'm connected.
The tip of my blade being my only friend.
I'll hold no resistance to it
Until it's time to finally say
Good night.
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Author:
Crapychicken (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2022 08:26
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote while I was having a hard time and felt lonely. This poem means alot to me (even though I wrote it while on a short high [not the drug kind]) and I would love to share it with a lot of people. Thank you :)))))
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
In this poem is an almost uncomfortable realness that is more relatable than I think most who relate would admit. Keep em coming!
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