Crimson Jewels

The razor burns on her skin
and crimson jewels fall from her wrist
She can't help this,
it's become a part of her now;
This deadly addiction.

Many times before
she'd try to quit,
but it's just like smoking;
One hit and you might as well be dead

The pain she feels everyday
is utterly unbearable.
The razor that creates
those special markings
upon her milky white skin
is her safe haven from all the evil
of society, humanity, her life.

She hasn't gone too far, yet,
but that might change tonight.

The weeping of the city calls to her,
screaming in her ear,
as she runs the metal
across her arms yet again.

She never used to be this way,
never enjoy pain this much,
but all that changed one night.
She can now never get her life back,
it's gone, forever, out the window.

She sees the pool of blood
on her bedroom floor where the drops hit,
but she doesn't care for them anymore.
to her they are insignificant,
a further explanation of herself.

She feels as if her life hit a downward spiral,
one that never ceases to exist.

The razor tears her flesh,
burns her skin,
rips her sanity apart.

But she feels nothing.
All she feels is the pleasure it brings.
The pain her family, society,
has caused her is too much to handle.

Finally, the little voice in her head
that provides the right-from-wrong thoughts
is silent.

She feels its abandonment inside her heart,
but she does not react.

She takes the blade and looks at it...

The agony her life has been
is what started this addiction.

The blade shines from the crimson jewels
that embed the silver and make it lively...

But not for long.