Silver bullet

&&when you long for that razor,
that cutting edge
the silver bullet that is the only end to your existance
the only relief in a world of sorrows, lost hopes
black dreams
misconceptions.
embarrasments and mistakes that cannot be forgiven
when youa re no longer human
but a melting, scolding,
icy cold
stone
a weed in a garden of
roses,
dafodills
rosemary
and other sweet smelling
lovers
where you cannot move becuase
the fog around you
has pinned you limbs against you
your senses dulled to a grinding halt
and you can no longer feel anything
but the monsterous pain building
bubling, coiling and raging inside of you
and all you can do is long for that razor,
that cutting edge
the silver bullet
that is the only end
to your existance...