Bliss

Today I removed a part of my soul,It happened a long time ago, That time was dark, dingy and sick, I refused to cope, I refused to hope, I didn’t care.

The blades were of steel, All shiny and bright and sharp, The procedure was painful, The procedure was pleasurable, I dug the knife deep, To remove what I could.

There were pieces of time I no longer needed, There were feelings I had I no longer wanted, There was a sense of self I no longer understood, I removed them all, And now I sit for 1000 days, At the bottom of the well. Photobucket