Night Screams
amidst the darkness conquering a sanctuary,
when the core of my psyche is devoured,
my saviour strolls down my way—
wearing clearer, brighter and sharper look;
comforting me to sway a shattered will.
refusal is futile for forsooth,
i gain simultaneously an enemy and a saviour;
one that forces my skin to cry in crimson
yet one that listens to a story no else’s listen to—
oh, it is yet again the blade that seduces my wrist.
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