Known ways

Dripping poison
Known feeling of abuse!
That strange venom that imbues my heart
That deceives me
And yet I let it deceive me.
Feeling in the edge
Feeling that I’m up for a jump.
My mind keeps me from madness
My heart delivers my soul to it.
Torn between flesh and emotion
Feeling at the edge
Feeling at the very brink of falling
Of going
Of jumping
To something that I know
So, why not?
I already know how to deal with it!
Let it burn, let it ache.
Let it be pain at the end
Cause if not, why am I living for?
I’ve known pain as I’ve known myself
Why avoid it?

Broken Feather