A/N: Nothing much to say about this except that I was going to make it longer, but I got stuck and decided that it didn’t need to be longer. ~ Crimson Scythe (Lanti Arlit)

Lure

I feel the lure of death

The temptation of suicide

To smile as I see blood drip

In rivulets down my arm

To take away my sadness

And pull me out of this depression

I question my existence

But the pain I feel is proof enough

That, although they don’t see me, I am alive

My bitterness and hatred sustain me

Nourishing me

Keeping away that enticing release

The feel and sound of steel on skin

The sharp blade teasing my flesh

The whispers telling me

It’s my life, it’s my choice

Convincing me to be selfish

To give into my own desires