The Impulse
I gave in the other day.
It overtook me.
It's marvelous rectangular structure.
It's wonderful sharp edges.
Oh, and how it shined!
It spoke to me.
It promised me.
Relief.
A distraction from reality.
A sharp but bearing touch of the flesh.
My eyes closed.
Relief flowed in.
I opened my eyes.
Red.
Such a beautiful color in liquid form.
That I, myself, created.
But not enough.
It had taken over me.
I had to do it.
I -NEEDED- to do it.
But, I need to stop.
Yet, it will happen again in time.
I have only one other alternative.
And I'd only have to do it once.
