I’m falling, spiraling into a heated abyss.
The pain has burned and scarred my skin.
Love non-apparent in my circle;
The cold razor slides across my skin,
eager to end the exhilarating sensation.
Senses clouded. An intoxicating scent. Passion igniting;
Wanting to trust but unable to.
Wondering is it a lie. A beautiful lie;
I don’t need, want another let down leading to another meltdown.
I hold my savior, my friend, waiting for the courage to break that promise.
I’m coming to my end.
2009 ~ Zephyr