Insanity bites into me

Causing both pain

And sickening pleasure

Toxic venom

Released into my blood

Drives me to the edge

Wanting to kill

Wanting to run

Causing pain

A choice comes clear

Me or others

Digging the knife deeper

Smiling in agony

Tears from the pain

Wanting to scream

Wanting to break

Needing the blood

Its beauty that it holds

Balling a fist

Smashing the glass

Shards into skin

Tasting the pain

Wanting insanity

Wanting the rush

Adrenalin runs through

Heart beats faster

More blood pours

Bitter and irony

Laughing bitterly

Wanting darkness

Wanting cold

Everything black

Illusions become apparent

Taking over vision

Realization

Waking up

Wanting to know why

Wanting to hate insanity

Regretting

Feeling pain

Wondering why

Wondering how

Weakness

To the same hell

Scars to prove

Cuts to bare

Hiding them

Or wearing them

Masking

Or attention grasping

Questions asked

World unbearable

Pick up the knife

Insanity in grasp

Sinfully Ever After

I sat in a pile of broken glass that cut deep into my knees. But I was too busy with other things to notice. Thin lines appeared across my pale wrists, as I pulled the blade down them. Each cut went deeper and deeper into my skin. Crimson liquid surfaced, causing my already insanity-taken over senses to run wild.

I tried to rid my problems with pain, but no matter how much blood spilled down my elbows, to the glass covered floor, the pain remained with me. I felt an ache from the inside, as if someone had taken my heart in their icy grip and torn it out of me. This someone was Kristopher Ravena.

At that name, anger raged through my body and I noticed I that I had dug the knife too deep. The pain creeps up on me more so then I've ever felt. Death slowly surrounds me, the coldness I felt before starts spreading all over my body. Things become bright, too bright. I shut my eyes, tired. The most wonderful feeling of being free takes over.

I start to drift off, into a peaceful trance-like state. But even in my peace of death I see his face, staring at me from the doorway. " Kristopher," a whisper emitted from my lips. Darkness. Bliss.