The Urge
The Urge
I want to feel the liquid running
warm and soft upon my arms
feel the sharpness of steel
cutting into flesh like a slaughterhouse...
they'll be no cries for help
no tears - on the outside
that this encrusted world can witness
only my longing, belongings - thronging's...
Running steel into flesh
making rivers of nightmares where -
dreams are just a reality of life
the sharpness justifies my sins
happiness - unhappiness tied together
with each droplet of liquid
there is a past, with each slash
a future yet to appear -
when this feeling is past
the normality regains assurance, and yet-
still deep within the urge beats silently
B...
Written By B R Walker
1st July 2008
Copywriter UK
The Urge
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