The Seductive Call Of The Blade Entices

The seductive call of the blade entices –

I try and close my ears to this sweetness;

But still I hold the blade that cuts and slices –

Stops the pain that twists inside my emptiness;

The light heliography from the knife's sharp blade –

Throws flashes onto the wall that look like wounds;

I stare at them as if by hand they were made –

Imagine the blood that pools in the surrounds;

I sense the relief that a blood-letting brings –

But at the same time my sanity stops me;

My hands are clammy and my head throbs and rings –

I screw my eyes up and find it hard to see;

Throwing the knife to one side I can now breathe –

Yet still within my mind the poisoned snakes seethe.