Confusion

TORN FROM HEAD TO TOE
MY MIND WITH REASON
MY HEART WITH TRUST
A WORLD GRAY WITH SADNESS AND LIES

A CHILD STANDS ALONE STARES WITH OPEN EYES

AT A WORLD....gone.

THE BLADE STARRING ME IN THE FACE

THE COLD BLACK HANDLE TIGHT WITHIN MY FIST

THE SHARP STEEL CUTTING DEEP INTO MY FLESH

SCARLET RED BLOOD TRICKLING DOWN MY ARM

I FEEL NOTHING IT WON'T HURT ANYMORE

(I WON'T HURT ANYMORE)

THEY CAN'T HURT ME ANYMORE.

the last straw pulled

written 12/05