These scratches on my arms
are just pitiful attempts
at even a grasp of sanity

The marks left behind
are reminders that I'm still living
an unbelievably weary existence

I would've used a knife
or a match
but my nails were the closest
weapon
the most convenient
the least likely to draw attention

I went too far and now
my arms are decorated in
long talon scars

who knew I'd dig so deep
for a little dose of purity?