Scratch my skin,
will I bleed?
Delve beneath the
pricked surface
and confront my being
in truest form.
Search for the core.
For I walk the tight-rope
between sanity and
doom.
A slip either way
judges my strength.
Will I fall?
Will I shatter into fragments
of insanity
destined
to a silent fate? And
should I survive,
will a thread be held
where my thoughts
deliver me from myself?