Emotional Weakness

The things I feel mirror no others,  
My emotions are chaos and my actions are tainted by another's malice.  
They make me the weakest but unsatisfied I miss them,  
like a seductress she pulls my anger to kiss her,  
using my hate as crutches to miss her,  
using my tears to keep my fists afar. She whispers her manipulative betrayal through my thoughts and emotions,  
softly growing less frail, more fearful, deeper, hungrier like a reaper.  
It's dark in my head but the metal from the blade whispers louder when it's silently dead.  
Quiet as the night I can hear my heart beat,  
hear the blades edge hiss, hear myself weep shed tears,  
inhale and hold my breathe deep....exhale as I drag across,  
now I've found order in the chaos I watch the red seep free,  
trailing streaks further away with all the time lost on thoughts that drifted away with the tide from my sea of despair  
 
       ..'ManDeyer'-..