Cold steel blades

Cold steel blades that part the skin
redemption for committed sin
the open wounds which bleed release
and then bring on the endless sleep.
Into that sleep I slowly drift
as my reality begins to shift
I cease my struggle against the tide
and sink beneath the waves to hide.
No more hurt or constant pain
when in my head all it does is rain
He made me feel like I was a whore
took what he wanted and then more.
But in the silence I see the light
I realise now is my time to fight
This shame is mine but not the sin
I will not let this Bastard win.