The Insomniac's Regime
White light
Blinding bright
I look in the mirror
Black rings around gun-metal eyes
Evidence of many sleepless nights
I walk to the bathtub
Grab the razor
Cut hard and deep,
Hope I pass out.
I do,
But I always wake up,
Wash the blood off the porcelain
Stop the bleeding.
I do this for the memories
Someone ripping, tearing, breaking me.
I do this nightly
Cut
Stop
Wash
Repeat
The Insomniac's Regime