The Cure

Sharp Pointed

It gleams in the darkness

The Cure.

To all the sorow

The Heartache

The Loneliness

There is but one cure

Two eges

A Blade as fine as any

For the purpose it serves

To Cure.

All the worry

The want

The Exclussion

I ready myself

Take it by the hilt

This moment

I've waited

Searched for alternatives

To the Cure.

Counseling

Medication

Socializing

But these only serve

To aggraate the pain

So now I'm here

Alone in the dark

I plunge the Cure

Into my heart

And Finally

Find Release

Relief from it all

Now I am Cured.