World of Temptation, pt I

World of Temptation, pt I

Metal rods,broken glass
Rusty nails,a lonely screwdriver
Wire hanger, metal shards
Piercing me throughout
Each wound represents
A subtle suggestion, a
Flash of seduction,
A taste of pain to savor.
Blood runs forth
Without control, and
Soaks into my clothes
Knives make excellent quills
For the flesh,cutting
In, carving out, exactly
What I’m thinking,
Showing everything
A world of temptaion awaits me
If only in secret;for those around
Would take away my cutting tools
And shut me in a dark room.