secular suicide

dying completely
too painful too long too final?

self mutilation or public grief
not on your terms its on mine
i decide where to place the blade
you decide how hard to push

the limb falls lifeless
and another and more
the bleeding trunk remains
worth saving?

your words all screamed no
but perversely i wanted it saved
to make it bleed another day

the feel of steel
cold hard edge keen, hungry
i'm making u starve
no blood for you today

ive got saviours
you've got one
a lonely one
his hand slips....
you know you're done

on different courses
on a different chart
the same maelstrom
a universe apart

contemplate and sat there waiting
u once to me invigourating
flashing blade no hesitating
now anew regenerating