Razorblade

Realization.
Runs through my veins.
Anxiety.
At its best... and worst.
Zen.
Zoned in on that feeling.
Oblivious.
Only to the harm.
Relaxation.
Reaches my insides.
Breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Listen.
Lightly to my conscience.
Aware.
Affirmative it will be done again.
Debilitated.
Darkness surrounds as my eyes slipped closed.
Elation.
Embedded within, now that I feel.