Another landmark added
To my skin
I seem to have done it again
Under the harsh light
That falls from the solitary bulb
I bend the pocket knife
Just above the wrist
And
Watch with hallow eyes
As it bleeds
Out of my arms
Into the tiles,
Unto the floor
Blood,
Oh blood, so red.
I marvel at how red it always
Remain
Never matter if it’s a
Razor or knife I use
To draw it
It’s always red
And
I half expect
It to be black
Black like charcoal,
Charcoal which paints my ruins
I can die nine times
Alas, this one only being the fifth
How long can I keep up
With this air
Being ****** out of me
Day by day,
Second by second
I push anyone
Who comes too close
To me
Afraid I might damage
Them too
Like I damage myself
In every life
When I dabble
In hellfire.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
Another landmark added
To my skin
I seem to have done it again
Under the harsh light
That falls from the solitary bulb
I bend the pocket knife
Just above the wrist
And
Watch with hallow eyes
As it bleeds
Out of my arms
Into the tiles,
Unto the floor
Blood,
Oh blood, so red.
I marvel at how red it always
Remain
Never matter if it’s a
Razor or knife I use
To draw it
It’s always red
And
I half expect
It to be black
Black like charcoal,
Charcoal which paints my ruins
I can die nine times
Alas, this one only being the fifth
How long can I keep up
With this air
Being ****** out of me
Day by day,
Second by second
I push anyone
Who comes too close
To me
Afraid I might damage
Them too
Like I damage myself
In every life
When I dabble
In hellfire.
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