consecration by pain (Chris dreams about self-mutilation)

with a clean steel slice
i craft gouges on fragile skin
branding on myself identity
that pain turns into reality

i free my senses from dullness
inflicted by my emotional wounds
the pain inside, mounting by day
finds an exterior outlet at last

I must admit to being tempted to use ‘at last outward finds a way’ as the final line, just to make it rhyme. But I'm a grammar freak (most of the time) in my own writing, and I will not botch it thus.