That’s all it takes to break
The silent border
Between dead and alive.
It’s not much,
But it’s just enough to keep
You coming back for me.
To make you feel
You’re stuck in an endless mind,
Halfway from where you’ve been,
But no closer to where you’re going.
Do you even know where that is?
It punctures. Pierces the everlasting scar
Of eternal bleeding.
Bleeding of pain,
A succession of waves crash through your mind, your body
As it gets deeper engraved into
You feel the breath pressing on the walls
Of the bones it’s forever encaged by.
Desperate to burst…
But it stays.
It stays trapped in the blood,
And you feel the rush,
The rush that’s only escape
Is the slice from your sanity
That you’ve so blissfully taken away.
But that’s good isn’t it?
Well, it would be, except, you don’t even know what’s good anymore.