Blood or Music

This feeling,

Welling up inside,

Making it hard to think,

Making it hard to breathe.

I want it to end,

This feeling of mine,

But it won't go away,

Until the blood runs down my arm.

This uncontrollable urge,

Taking over my mind,

Until all I can see,

Is the blade severing my flesh.

The blood runs,

And drops to the floor,

So unimportant,

But so calming.

I need the blade,

To calm the urge,

But I am afraid.

Will I be able to stop this time?

A sound fills my ear,

And the urge to cut,

The urge to die,

Slowly drains away.

What is this feeling?

Is this peace?

They say that music soothes the savage beast,

Looks like it can also soothe,

A demon like me.