Incision Poem by Jay Porter

Small depravities on my skin
In blood filled euphoria my head slowly spins
The pleasure brought by a small incision

I hear it calling me
The perfect puncture, the cool knife
It would free me from the pain of life
You lie, the knife lies
Small depravities on my skin

Words mold together
I've fallen
One time
two
three times
Four, five
Six times
Red droplets fall
The pleasure brought by a small incision

I hide them in my sleeves
The pain floats me away
I never knew I felt it
Small depravities on my skin

I need it
It's a reason to live
You lie, the knife lies
The pleasure brought by a small incision
Small depravities on my skin

The blade sinks in
A new world begins