Slice.

Slice, slice,
I feel the pain.
Slice, slice,
It feels like rain.

All wet,
All pouring,
All dripping
And roaring.

Slice, slice,
The thoughts go away.
Slice, slice,
To keep them at bay.

They swirl in my head,
Lay scattered about,
Like spiders in a web,
Not knowing the route.

Slice, slice,
In case they come back again.
Slice, slice,
They’ll go away when?