I weild my blade as an instrument of peace;
it harms no one else.
It helps me loose emotions bound inside,
all the anger and pain I try to hide.
It's cutting touch is a scream of rage.
It's edge burns a path through my flesh;
the pain is somehow comforting.
Sometimes I want to cry out;
to reach out to someone,
but not knowing where to turn
or who to trust robs me of my voice.
So I sit in silent solitude
and let my pain bleed away. |
Submission Name: Masacism
