In the very dark of night
Where everything is out of sight
With a knife on pale white flesh
I made a creation, new and fresh
Bright and red I drew some reins
Trying to redirect the pain
Away from my swelling brain
So some sanity I might retain
But once I started I couldn't refrain
Knife sliced, blood flew
Laughter ensued
Now my body looks like tracks of a train
Everything still remains
Pain and agony I stubbornly retain
Nothing lost well ever be regained
Like the sand on the beach, I'm but a grain
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
In the very dark of night
Where everything is out of sight
With a knife on pale white flesh
I made a creation, new and fresh
Bright and red I drew some reins
Trying to redirect the pain
Away from my swelling brain
So some sanity I might retain
But once I started I couldn't refrain
Knife sliced, blood flew
Laughter ensued
Now my body looks like tracks of a train
Everything still remains
Pain and agony I stubbornly retain
Nothing lost well ever be regained
Like the sand on the beach, I'm but a grain
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