The Knife

The blood bubbles as it hits the air

glistening off the lights above.

Tears streaming down my face,

as if I lost my own battle

summoned to exile from my own happiness

my hand falls to my side limply

with a silent cling as the knife strikes the floor

a gust of relief flows from me as the pain numbs

Demons laugh at me with victory

taunting my every move

relaxing as if I only soothed them

their eyes struck fear within me

bringing more pain 

showing more unwanted memories

Reviews

[Pax]

I hope this is not about suicide, please don't do that my friend... besides that I am struck with vivid sadness as I read this, like painful memories keeps on coming causing one person in the brink of his insanity... so sad... yet it is well expressed...