1.
I play on the serrated edges I like the feel
of the paper cuts that linger on my soul.
Cleft pieces fell like autumn leafs and died.

2.
Bleeding what dignity I have left on those
around who suckle on my agony like it
was nourishment for there saturated egos.

3.
I swallowed a blade of lies, I choked hard
indigestible where your words but I lingered
on pushing it further till I bled truths now heard.