razors edge glinting
in the flickering light.
heart pounding
as it echoes in my ears.
inhaling deepling
no longer fighting,
the tormented soul.
the sharp edge glides effortlessly
across cool tender flesh.
before running cold
crimson blood flows freely,
like molten hot lava.
delicious pain envelopes my soul
offering up to me
sweet release and ecstasy.
setting me free.