chains of burden

while i sit in this chair i think about all the things in my life wondering
why i am sitting here right now with this rusty razor in my palm
nothing else really matters at this moment and physical pain doesnt exist
with my right hand i pinch between my fingers the blade and press it on my wrist
i see my skin pushed in and i begin to pull upward to the ditch
inch by beautiful inch i open my arm as if there was a zipper there
blood begins to run but not before i can see each layer of skin
as the blood drips to the floor and leaves my body
slowly i feel relief that is better than any drug i have taken
i fall to the floor in a pool of this release of these burdens infecting my mind
i go to sleep in it while i smile in pleasure about broken chains