AT first it comes upon

AT first it comes upon raging anger

or bottled up sadness 

It swims through your viens 

you blood

you slice your skin open 

let it ooze across your body 

The madness turns into relief

As time passes the anger dulls

and the bottle of sadness pills 

turning into a gaseous form

filling the air you breathe

numbing you

until you crave to feel

to bleed

and as you swipe the blade

across your skin

you do

you escape

for the moment anyway