A Cutters Breakdown

I’m falling, spiraling into a heated abyss.

The pain has burned and scarred my skin.

Love non-apparent in my circle;

The cold razor slides across my skin,

eager to end the exhilarating sensation.

Senses clouded. An intoxicating scent. Passion igniting;

Wanting to trust but unable to.

Wondering is it a lie. A beautiful lie;

I don’t need, want another let down leading to another meltdown.

I hold my savior, my friend, waiting for the courage to break that promise.

Unfaithful promise.

I’m coming to my end.

2009 ~ Zephyr