For Love of The Cut

Razor blade gleaming in the pale moon light
My thirst for relief overwhelms tonight
There's a pain inside I can no longer bear
So I'll carve it out through the skin I tear
A single tear falls down my slick pale cheek
While I rip at my flesh for the blood I seek
Applying mild force, I cut into my arm
Oblivious to the obvious and visible harm
Mesmerized by drops of blood from the act
I can't even think of how people will react
A single drop descends silently to the floor
Moments pass then it's followed by more
Each one splashing as it hits, then is stilled
I look hard for proof that my aim is fulfilled
But I see only red circles outside a small pool
Then I glance at the redness coloring my tool
I realize that anguish is not physically excised
And though I may wish it, it won't stay disguised
But the blood that still pours from the lines I drew
Has me mesmerized by the damage I can't undo
I reach to touch, shocked by lingering latent heat
And it seems to move; swirling at my feet
Dancing around in the puddle they've made
These tiny cells unleashed by my blade
Unaware as of now of the annoying sting
These abnormally deep lacerations will bring
I am completely calm, for the moment at least
Strange though it is, all my pain is released
This experiment has been surprisingly healing
I'm not now obsessing over the hurt I've been feeling
So I lay my razor down until the next need
For some temporary relief through a shameful deed