The coldness of the blade,It’s shinning so brightly… I love it.Somethings calling,I want to go, My faith is falling, I want to follow.I wake up… too bad,I knew I would have done it,I wake up, I would have pushed it in and spun it.But that’s all gone- for now.The nerve I had seems so hollow.A dream where I had enough-A day so bad, I would have shed my blood.But that’s all done and over,I’m not thinking straight because I’m sober.I’m just thinking with hesitation,No sex, no drugs, to feed my temptation.Just a bad dream with no hate to live it…. would anyone cry if i really did it?
By The Evil Cheezman
Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.View all of The Evil Cheezman's posts.