Myself Out Of Me

Dark enters my room

As I pick up the cutting blade

And press it against my cool skin

Proceeding on with the task at hand

I cut myself out of me

An empty frame I become

As I gently place the cutting blade

On the shelf above

I look down and see myself

Staring up at me

And I shake

As my own eyes betray me

And pierce my soul

But it is not myself that betrayed me,

It is me that betrayed myself.