Blade Poem by johanna damon

It calls to me deadly and seductive
No harm done just a quick slice
Just a lil blood
There it is shiny and gleaming
Telling me all my problems will be solved
By the blade the evil of my life
So sweet so deadly
It calls to me
Tells me you need the release
To feel my Blade bite into your skin
Then the rush of blood the sweet pain
To concentrate on hiding it the small shallow cut
To stop the blood that just freed you from flowing
Every day I fight it with all I am
I'm getting weaker and weaker
The call of the Blade grows stronger
My will grows weaker
Day by day one day I know I'll give in
The Blade will win and I'll slice a small cut
Then I won't stop
I'll watch the blood flow from the tiny cut and need it again
The sweet rush of blood
The swift pain of the Blade
The freedom of release

Copyright © Johanna M Stone 2011