I’d have sold my soul for a moment like this
For a flash of crystal clear vision
For honesty & trust
For insight into my own tortured heart.

To look into my own abyss and
back away from the chasm unscarred.

Would it hurt less if the actions I took were more base?
Had I cut the flesh that offends
Instead of allowing another to occupy it?

Would the ripping of skin, the sight of my own blood
Give me release from this prison of my own creation?
Would the rending of my flesh awaken me?