Painful Desire

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Sometimes we feel as if it's a necessity rather than a desire.

Inside ourselves it feels like an ignited fire,

Screaming louder than a thousand choirs.

It's a painful red flood

Of images containing dripping blood

That's messier and gooier than mud.

How visible is the pain?

These cuts are deep to the vein,

Letting the scarlet drain.

These razors are like claws 

Attached to my bloody paws.

We question life,

and accept the answer in the form of a knife.