There Is No Escape

Crimson tears drip down my wrists
As I slump onto the floor
The razor sits beside me,
a friend I never wanted to make.

Trembling, I pick it up
and hold it close to my arm
As its teeth bite in,
I cannot help but moan

In painful ecstasy
Of this self-inflicted
torture
this punishment

Neverending pain
as our souls mingle
Connected
Bonded by the flow of blood

The blood
of Life
of Death
Like a scarlet thread

It binds us together
The living and the dead
As the emotions that control us
weave an inescapable net.