Veins, And The Immense Power Therein Poem by Newo Enec

What unseen power courses through
these veins
And how may I unleash it?
What faults are hidden in its
swells
And how may I release it?
If I etched its names
Into my flesh
As the problems just seep out
Could I rid myself
Of all thats left
And never hear again of doubt
I bet I could
I could be free of all emotion
That only holds me back
Id be rid of all devotion
It only holds me back
I wonder
Where oh where could I get
With two simple cuts
With just one blade
Think, think of all I could be
For all you know
I could be DEAD