The BladeMature

tears roll effortless down her cheeks
another nite spent by herself
the darkness threatens to consume her
loneliness is her constant companion
shattered dreams
broken promises
nite brings with it pain and sorrow
the impending prospect of countless hours
stretch before her like a dark and winding road
sleep eludes her, solitude will not leave her be
in the darkness her heart grows heavy
the silence drowns out her prayers
the blade gleams, beckoning, promising her comfort
the precise incisions cause the warmth to flow
the pain is reassuring, the blood welcoming
for a moment everything is ok,
but when the pain subsides and the wounds heal,
she’ll be looking for that blade once again

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