I can feel pain , my heart aching ,'
My soul bleeding , my skin dripping
And yet , i continue
For the sheer joy of it .
You touch me
Yet i never asked to be touched ,
You kiss me
and yet i never asked to be kissed .
And this time it is not a blade of steel ,
but too much love ,
too much comfort i am not used to ,
to much ease and love and care .
I feel like drowning ,
not being able to repay
that serenity that u inflicted upon my heart and mind .
I am afraid
Afraid now of falling under my own darkness ,
My own psychosis.
From time to time , this hate emmerges from my heart ,
And as these 2 forces of love and darkness collide ,
I choke
I stop breathing ,
it becomes too much And again as the blade carresses my skin ,
to mutilate it once more ,
I become me , without unknown forces or feelings ,
simply me , a human
that bleeds
that aches
that cries
and eventually helps itself continue .
-Spooky