Trigger warning self-harm

Everybody needs a little something as they go, 

Whatever gets you high, or whatever keeps you low. 

As I stride I falter only when under your hunter’s gaze, 

It gets me weak in all the masochistic lekker ways. 

A lengthy wait has queued up all my waking existence. 

I get sick of standing idly, so self-harm boosts my persistence. 

So long the wait, I watch the dewdrops dissipate in air,  

Then walk away to snuggle in the solace of my lair. 

The wind carries all my pleas and silver bullets of my breath, 

The depth of my mind fostered that I’ll be loved until my death.