The cold gleaming blade

Is my saviour-

Glimmering with promise.

With such grace

Does it sluice across my skin,

Cutting furrows

Like the plough in the field.

I will sow my sorrow

And my pain there,

Watch it blossom

Into a cure for this

Black abyss

That devours me,

Adamant to steal my Light.

This cold gleaming blade

That licks like fire on my flesh

Halts those dark feelings;

Gives me pain to revel in

So that I might be distracted

From this trivial world of insanity.