The moon is in a pretty crescent shape tonight
As it illuminates my room
The tea on the table is becoming cold
And the night is quite with the rods empty
So quite even the chaos in me is silent

Biting my cherry lips and digging nails through my skin
I know I'll start to bleed
I won't bleed blood. I'll bleed the colors that are in me
There are new scratches on my body as the burning sensation take over me

Trying so hard to find something in me
Something.
Anything.
Making small scratches isn't enough
Claw my skin out
My lips no longer taste like cherry
They taste like desperation

Scratching, clawing and tearing me apart
Everything hurts but keep going
Until you find "it"
I looked at "it" all choked up
There's tears in my eyes but I started to laugh
I'm completely damaged and destroyed but.....

You call it art