Another Night

I feel my demons coming
they are screaming deep inside.
There is no safe place
even in the depths of my own mind.

The razor in my hand.
Cold hard blade, warm soft skin
Silver sharp kisses
dancing drops of pain and blood
Feeling a great relief as my inner pain
flows down my arm.

Need the pain to survive

Need the pain to feel alive

I want to feel the wind
the smell of the sea
the gentle touch of raindropes

I want to feel.

I also want to be left alone
in the arms of oh the beautiful silence.