Notes flow through wind,
pleasant and slow.
Ears ring with sound,
Pleasant and bright.

Knife pierces the heart,
An emotional blow.
Rivers down my face,
Beautiful pain.

Play that sweet sound again,
Feel the burn.
Memories simmer between my lungs,
Distant yet close.

Melody flows through me,
Pulsing with joy.
Pounding into my soul,
Love and hate.
Glee and sorrow.
Bright future and no tomorrow.
Sound and silence.

I stencil a name on my arm
it's a game
that I play.
Say,
'anyone can too'

I do it in blood or blue ink
I think that it's ink, but
I could be a Royal.

Every name I can think of that
isn't one of yours makes me feel
so disloyal and I stencil again.

I stencil pain for a living,
pain's what life's giving me,
blue ink across an artery
I don't care enough to care.

On the knife edge of
a sharp edge you can't hedge your bets
and
you'd better believe it
before
the next cut you make
proves it.

I need nothing
and proof of me lies in the blood from
another artery,
this is field surgery or archery
I'm never sure which.

Though as innocent as she looks,
                An evil deception she cooks.
Plotted events,
                she disguised as Destiny
Flaunts her perfect body,
                But behind the curtains counts every calorie
A hint of arrogance,
                while saying "I'm just ordinary"
Compliments given
                As a product of her calculating eyes
Thus your ego being fed with her lies

Her hidden smirk,
                 Behind her pretentious worries
Those men, they fell, to her made up stories...