Defence

A blade so sharp,

Like the teeth of a shark.

Glistering metal against my skin.

I am not proud;

But the whispers too loud,

I will not let the demons win!

I tremble with fear;

The demons are here…

But I have a way to keep myself free;

As the blade sinks in,

Into my skin,

I feel reality coming back to me.

Then it drips,

From wounds it slips.

My eyes are captured by their charm.

Pearls of red

Create a thread;

The blood start dripping down my arm.

It is the pain

That keeps me sane,

The pain that shooting from my skin.

Keeps reality,

Keeps my sanity,

The demons hunt me but I will win!