My Addiction!

[Storm]

It feels like bliss,

sliding like this.

It feels like hell,

Fear I'll fail.

I love this smell,

so rustic and sweet.

I love my silent tears,

rolling down my pale cheeks.

The (ebony),

I have on me,

Blends with the darkness engulfing me.

I love this pain,

It isn't pain at all.

In honesty it's like my drug.

Without it I go crazy,

With it I die slowly.

I must keep going.

My body is covered with the consequences of my pleasure.

My smile spreads as I see the red.

This is heaven in my head.

Though only rarely do I truely wish to die,

But still I let the blade slide.

Slowly I see the blood dripping from me,

That's when I finally see,

I'm addicted to the pain,

To the blood that runs away.

I need help I think,

But then the blade winks,

and I know that even if I tried,

I couldn't change this part of my life.

That's why I hide the evidence of my love,

Behind these ebony lined silk gloves.

 

 

Ebony- Black

Edited September 18, 2012 by Vanessa Danielle