I wish my wrists were slit-
A crimson kiss of vicious bliss
To stitch this twisted rigid ripped up grip
On the anger, violence, aggression within.
My sin is slipping silver in to skin
And digging in to who I am,
Don't think I'll ever understand.
Don't want to find a better plan.
I'll be ****** before I'm dry,
All this blood keeps me alive.
I need to see it on the outside,
Remind me to get out of my mind-
Live my life and use my time
To fight against the grind and strive
For better things and brighter lights.
Darkness has it's own insight
But I've got mine,
And that's just fine.
Organized in pretty lines.