The obsession
Don’t get caught in temptation, you will only yearn for it more.
To feel the warm blood run down your arm, and slowly to the floor.
To feel pain gently sooths you, and you cut deeper into your cold arm.
Things seem to get worse for you, yourself you want to harm
The blade swiftly moves back and forth, the intensity rushes through your veins.
You acquire your desperate wanting, as you run your hand across the blade.
You stare blinded at your arms, forgetful of your past
Feeling gratitude for your work, that you hide behind a mask.
You accept what you see, and grab a knife for more.
Nothing loved is ever lost, and obsession has no cure.