A damaged language
Words shared between the hurt ones
Scissors in my outstretched hand
Sprinting

I'm not sure whose blood this is
Something is missing
Leaflets maybe letters
It hurts

Pain on Parade
Christ-like though I have sinned
Deserving every barb
Lost

The cup is full
Too heavy to lift
I only wanted a taste
No

Screeching reprisal
You will never know
I had always hoped
Wake up

Its too bright