The Old…. You

I remember; vaguely, I do
Not to misconstrue, it was overdue for you
A perfect piece, of it, to slice into

Never once controlled by societal views
Always about the follow through; steel to ensue
Deeply in-bedded into your soft supple tissues

BE IN THE PRESENT
BE IN THE MOMENT
BE IN THE NOW…figure this out!

“..BREATHEONE, TWO, THREE…
Grab that razors edge; your key
Slicing deeper at the flesh to see
Where these painful voices comes from w/in; me?
Streaming to the floor blackness starts to form

Giddy w/joy, an all time new low
Hideously happy w/the horror show; flick
Needing deeper for power to grow is the trick
“…Slice even deeper, my child…to your softest of core
Past the stinging pain & gushing bloody gore
You will see…bleeding so freeing & so much more…”...

Answers, you so, sought to reply
Questions you could never ask; why?"
Reality slipping you right on by <heavy sigh>
Hands & face awash’ed in a crimson red
Falling into the pit of hell; the void
Ashes to ashes….dust to dust

Kill the voice you use to trust……yourself
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