Enemy


My hands shake and tremble, my mind screams
The whirlwind of hatred spirals closer
My thoughts themselves suffocate my being
The horrors I've committed flash before my eyes

Cursing myself, I remove the blades
Crooked fingers dance between the knives
Picking up the weapon to do damage
Ready to inflict pain on my enemy

My face is grim as I cut through the skin
A scar will be here, a harsh reminder.
As I contemplate my enemy once more,
I cannot help but inflict more pain.

Yet I pull down my sleeves, so no one will see
The horrid map of fresh scars on my arms

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