Thrills

The pained spirit never feels loved
For it is permanently excluded.
In my lifetime,
I have never experienced beauty.
For my hands are rigid and my skin is flawed.
Oh, the brutal monstrosity.
To swallow a poison,
To put the greasy metal weapon against my head,
The tightness of a rope on my skin,
All to just feel human again.
Oh, what a thrill
To believe every twist and every turn
Could be the one that kills.