• anonymous_feelz 10w

    Blade

    Your point, 

        hovering,

                     above my skin.


    I know I shouldn’t, 

    But theres a part of me that needs to draw you in.


        Your edge, 

                            cutting

                through my flesh


    There’s a strange mix of fear; 

    And excitement, or something quite near.


                    Your sharpness,

                            a sting,

                        a fresh wound anew.


    Part of me can breathe again, 

    even though deep down I know the power play is just a feign.


            Your pain.

            distracting me,

                from the chaos in my mind.


    And with every drop

                            of red

                                        hot 

                                            blood


    I feel as thought I’m lifted slightly,

    From the fog and mud.


                                        You’re weak,     

                                                     You’re strong

                               You should be ashamed


    But although there’s guilt and anxious nights,


                    I know, your pain,

                                        Will come again.
    ©anonymous_feels