It cuts
And it digs
Inside of me
Until there's nothing left.
It jabs
And it stabs
The surface
Until I lose sight of purpose.
It carves
And I starve
For a taste
Until I stand defaced.
It eats away
And I rot today
Tomorrow, and to my grave
As I cling to my mistakes.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
It cuts
And it digs
Inside of me
Until there's nothing left.
It jabs
And it stabs
The surface
Until I lose sight of purpose.
It carves
And I starve
For a taste
Until I stand defaced.
It eats away
And I rot today
Tomorrow, and to my grave
As I cling to my mistakes.
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