Caress

The caress of the gentle blade; as it glides softly against my pale skin yes, you may hear the cries within a warm trickle flows like a river down my wrists though it isn't like a kiss, it feels lovely. for I've finally found some peace although it stains my golden fleece. This was supposed to heal me? I thought. but as I lay back in my cot, I will soon start to rot.