• Lost

    Wandering. Sinking, drowning .
    My heart is continually pounding.

    Life is pain and pains my life.
    My only escape is with a knife.

    The blade sinks deep inside my wrist.
    Pain becomes an instant bliss.

    I smear the blood drops down my arm.
    Happiness for me is bitter harm.

    I watch the droplets hit the ground.
    The spatter makes a thumping sound.

    I close my eyes and listen deep,
    and fall into a trance like sleep.

    I wake to find I'm still alone;
    then clean my knife and wander home.