IT IS YOU

It was the wind.
It was you.
It is the fire.
It is you.

COMFORTABLY NUMB

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I cant hear what you are saying
I turned to look but it was gone
The dream is gone
I... have become comfortably numb
- Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd

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I sit. I think.
I think. I sit. This blade. My wrist.

I pick. I wait.
I touch my hand to this blade. I shudder.

I slide. Just a little scratch. Nothing more.
I feel no pain. I throw it away.

I sit. I think.
I think. I sit. This blade. My wrist.

I pick it up again. I am resolute. I will myself.
I touch it . This is where its gonna be.

I push it. Looks shallow.
I push it again. Still shallow.

I deepen it further. A tiny drop is born.
Born around this sharp end.

Its red in colour.

Now it looks deep enough. So I must slide.
I do.

I look away. I feel no pain.

This slide opens me. I can see it.
I feel no pain.

I raise and roll my wrist.
I see a drop reaching out to the floor.

Something slows it. I cant make out what.
So I trace its path to the bottom with my finger.
I feel no pain.

Soon a rivulet emerges. It is thick.
It flows slow and it flows fast.
I feel no pain.

I do this all once more. And once more.
More and more till there is no more left.
I feel no pain.

How can I? When I left myself in you.