Skipping hand in hand  

When I lie in my bed    
Taut muscles tighten impossibly    
Hovering over rusty Needles    
Ridged from exposure    
To moist humidity,    
Snide commentary, stolen kisses    
And loving hostility    
One wrong moment twisted    
Beyond repair    
By my weathered hands    
I'll be speared through the heart    
My escaping oxygen configures    
Into string; lunging through the eyes    
Of my red metal killers    
Tying them all together    
To make sure I can never pull myself    
Into the blinking, breathing    
Laughing, dying, overflowing    
Worldly void of speechless snarling      
Not that I don't attempt    
The struggling every-so-often    
Whenever torture takes my fancy    
They were wrong    
There is so (so) much harm in trying    
If you have impaled yourself    
Deep enough into the darkness    
Tonight-though-I regretfully close my    
Heedful eyelids    
Skipping hand in hand    
With yearning    
Down into blissful nothing