Click. Click. Click.
A flame sparks to life.
Blue and red and gold.
Burns the blade of the knife.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Grey metal turns to black.
It chars as it heats.
And I hold my breath back.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
The sound of searing skin.
Slide the blade across my arm.
To keep the devils in.
The smell a stink that stings my nose
My breath it catches as I hold
In my hand the handle’s cold
Despite the flames that burned so gold
Before I broke into my skin
In hopes to keep the devils in
The only hope I have that’s left
My heart it screams inside my chest
But all I have’s this burning blade
And fear and pain is all He gave
For god abandoned long ago
The child that cried in deepest woe
For he knew not the life he’d lead
Or all the…
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