one would think that
if one were well
one would not seek to see
life draining itself away
one would not desire to feel
the coolness of an instrument
giving life such an outlet
the sense of completion in
severance
one would not wish for
the prick...the sting...the burn...
...and yet, the release of
an ephemeral Elysium
perhaps I am unwell
- A. H. G. - 12-07-03