Sweet Release

Living creatures deep down inside

Your body that you should worship

And to the world nothing seen

Yet in your eyes wounds do form

But they seem to never heal

Now you're confused to what is real

And all you want to do is release it

Letting it go from inside you

But you don't know how

So you trust in the knife

Ripping and tearing at your temple

That you once in time worshiped

Only to believe the creatures are released

By every kiss from the blade you've endured

Yet it only last for the moment

Then a constant repeat reoccurs

Which deep down inside you know is evil

Yet you're constantly running to it

In hopes that the next slash or two

Will end it all

So you're left in waiting and in anticipation

To see if you can release it all

With the devils mind games

That he makes you believe are gifts