Cut

The dull roar starts

Not so severe

It isn't so bad

She can deal

It starts to get worse

Blocking her head

Stopping common sense

Filling her with dread

She cannot think

Doesn't know why she's there

The pain consumes her thoughts

She's beginning not to care

She finds her favorite object

Metallic with shine

The slender blade is sharp

She scratches a line

The skin is torn

The blood starts to come

Crying tears of red

Her mind goes numb

Another line is cut

Her arm is starting to sting

The blood continues to pour

Her mind begins to sing

Her mind is finally clear

The damage has been done

There is no more darkness

For now, the battle's won

~6/7/04 3:15 PM