eighteen holes of dark
I scream at you to meet my challenge
it is my hand, but the knife is diabolical
absence in response to my silence
my challenge goes unmet
my arm thrusts up and plunges down
you jump out of harms way, but too soon
you realise that I would never hurt you,
as I hack open my skin
break my ribs apart
plunge the knife and my free hand into my
chest grabbing hold of the pumping organ
severing the arteries
cutting slicing ripping
till it throbs once in my hand
and today is just another dream days betray
another day dreams betray
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