Droplet

There is a yearning need to slash.
Allow the blood to slather ones arms.
     Pouring from the gash.
Yes, this is called self harm.
Deep crimson droplets on the pale floor.

Scared from long ago.
The cuts, long and jagged;
          hungering once more.
Haunting memories; bestowed.
Her spyche broken... ragged.
 

There is nothing....
She screams inside
     ....INSIDE HER MIND

Locked, no key!
CAGED IN A BODY SHE CANNOT ESCAPE.
A MIND SHE CANNOT VACATE.
 
Inhale the blades
Lacerated; sharp intake.
Expel the demon within.

Scorched, flame licks her teat.
   Pain, seductively sweet.
 Cast not your eyes,
Forboden,
    thus from them; burdened.

BURDEN OF DEMAND
    T'IS NOTHING A MORTAL MAY
COMPREHEND!

Lest understand 

Take from which is received 

ANGER

Shall be of your own doing.            Twisted, her body falls.

DECEIVED

Flow from thine eye
from which you see,

Darkened soul

ENVY!