Torn Apart

 Torn Apart

I am being torn apart

I am sitting naked upon a fence of razors

On one side is sanity

On the other, insanity

Sometimes I look to see which side has more blood

Sometimes sanity

Sometimes not

I am being sliced apart

Day by day

Month by month

The pain is excruciating

The blades by now are far up my ass-hole

Bordering on my large intestine

If most of my body goes to insanity

Then I will go that direction

But by then I'll be dead

Unless I can get off this razor

I will cut my hands when I try to get off

My hands and arms will be sliced

And the blood will gush like a waterfall

And I will cry out in agony

And nobody can help

Because they would be sliced in half

In the process of helping me

I will cut and bleed alone

As alone as when we take a shit

Or when we are born

As alone as when we face our mistakes

Or pay a bill

Or as alone as the alienated loner in our nightmares

And the blades will slice me in half like soft butter

As I wait, and wait, and wait

For a decision I don't have the guts to make

As my blood, guts, and shit spill over into the world

And death soothes me

Like the surgeon's stitches

That could hold my innards

For eternity

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