Soothing… Music is supposed to be soothing.
But it doesn’t work like that, at least not for me, …at least not tonight.
Papa Roach blares in the background,
but not even the blast of the bass subdues the beast within.
I search for an escape.
The metallic edge catches the dirty lamp’s light.
I sigh, relieved.
Tonight, I give in.
Tonight, the beast drinks.
Sparkling crimson pours from fresh wounds.
The dulled world clears and brightens.
I feel no regret.
My self-esteem rises, even if only for a moment.
The pudge coating my bones doesn’t seem so bulky.
I smile; my self-loathing slithering down the drain.
My dark angel smiles back as she leaves.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.“, she says
Tonight, I sleep well.
Tonight, my dreams are pleasant.