Taking control

razor blades and heartache
pain and confusion
looking for relief
for a release
but there's nothing to be found
a random thought
"draw blood"
seems like a stranger's voice
"break the skin"
but knowing it comes from within
"it's about control"
trying to block the sound
without success
what happens now?
there is a choice to be made
"draw blood"
to listen or to ignore
"break the skin"
trying not to think
"it's about control"
trying to shut the world out
wanting to have control
to know what to do
but losing it
giving in
without really wanting to
"draw blood"
and a flash of red
"break the skin"
the blade slices easily
"it's about control"
a form of control is taken
a form of relief
a form of release



(Note: This is the result of me looking through photography in the category of horror and macabre on deviantart.com)