I Will Not Cut

In the beyond.
Beneath these waves.
An endless grass within my gaze.
In this pond.
Beneath this color.
an endless splash not a grey or pallor.
Beneath this skin.
and endless raw emotion.
Somtimes anger of love as an ocean.
Beneath these tears.
nothin but fears.
anger hurt, or sadness.
madness madness madness
beneath this knife.
each slice brings calm.
like chapped lips brought to life by lip balm.
for now in this beyond.
instead of an ocean I perfer pond.
to lock up that emotion.
I will not cut.