13 slices of hell embedded on my wrist,
glowing bright red from beneath my bracelets.
No matter how much I try to suppress her art...
She paints her master pieces like gems
hidden in the dark.
Lucent,my cuts are there and
she no longer wants to be concealed.
I pile on more bracelets.
Trying to contain her brilliant works of art.
But instead of disappearing...
she takes out brush ready to sear,
"Elizabeth,I want them to know that I'm here."
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
13 slices of hell embedded on my wrist,
glowing bright red from beneath my bracelets.
No matter how much I try to suppress her art...
She paints her master pieces like gems
hidden in the dark.
Lucent,my cuts are there and
she no longer wants to be concealed.
I pile on more bracelets.
Trying to contain her brilliant works of art.
But instead of disappearing...
she takes out brush ready to sear,
"Elizabeth,I want them to know that I'm here."
