Promising Cuts

Acid reflux, acid flashbacks,
Faded marbles, jaded photographs,
Broken dolls paralyzed in plastic,
Slicing skin may seem quite drastic,
Blood transfusions tourniquet my hopes and dreams,
Turning emotional pain into physical release,
The madman entered long ago,
To pursue his squeezing of the soul,
Numbing techniques exit quickly within,
Drugs ravage my spirit with delicate sin,
Hope extinguished through sunken gaze,
Another reluctant foggy haze,
Somehow I was addicted to the darkside….
Somewhere inside my childhood I missed my heart die.