What's it all about?

[Wildcard]

My Cutter Poem:

Jesus This Sucks! by Mark Fry

two hours in a room of clothes
naked and desperate
clinging to an infinitesimal
hope
of sorts
I feel the cold
the prickling of my follicles
and it's thrill
in my cover
in my hole
dripping
on a freshly waxed floor
on my bare feet
from a hole in me

I've cried to Him
and her
but what do they know?
what do I know
for that matter?
I know my ghost is waiting-
just waiting
for my hand
to find
my wrist