cut that noise

Like morphine
The cold razor
Slides across soft skin

Carving the imprints
Of a discontent
Too hard to handle


The light above you flicker
In pale room

Expressionless.
Yet quite calm
Numb.

Inch by inch
The cuts Scream

Loud enough to drown
Out the Noise.

Overwhelming sense of peace
Over comes.

You sleep.

.


The noises are deep low howls
And sing like monotonic monk
chants

In tritone harmonies
They sing
of inadequacy, worthlessness, neglect
of shame

a shattered seed.

i hear the noise
I felt the noise too

The minds knife prevails.

but mine, is pointed outwards.


.

Pain is real.
Real is true.
Truth can be trusted.
In pain we trust.
That’s how we find Solace.

I’ll never run from you
If you ever appear like
Static on a screen,

I’ll know that noise.

To be loved.

And of course,

You are amazing
You take in infinities

and deserve every right
to be called

lovely.




‘
after grace and forgiveness
fails
lies, deceit, and persistence,
the minds knife
prevails’