A little twitch started
After all the fighting and shouting
Which doubled with what I felt inside
And I noticed little voices urging my fingers to slice
So razors could devour
That was sick and twisted
But after the voices
So was
And the pain seeped and hammered my heart
And oxygen left the room
With a little rum greeting my throat
Before noticing that I was in the white
Where numbness reigned
But I wanted to feel something on the outside to quench
The demons on the inside.

Cautiously my fingers greeted metal
And moved sideways releasing
My first crimson
Which left me thirsty for more
Of the crimson’s revelation
And gleams of sanity.