razors edge glinting
     in the flickering light.
heart pounding
      as it echoes in my ears.
inhaling deepling
     no longer fighting,
                        the tormented soul.
the sharp edge glides effortlessly
           across cool tender flesh.
before running cold
           crimson blood flows freely,
                  like molten hot lava.
delicious pain envelopes my soul
         offering up to me
sweet release and ecstasy.
                    setting me free.
                           

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