I cut myself slowly
So I can feel the blade,
This is the best I’ve felt
Since i remember, i hope I forget
Oh but this knife is too dull
I need something sharper
To heal away the wrong,
An edge made of glass
Or perhaps a better soul..
I stitch away the darkness
I need to wake up
“So ive been told”
But day after day I whimper
Wishing it was over now,
Hoping it was all gone.
I dream away by dreams
I nail away my sins,
A crucifixion on a canvas
Painting by my rusted brush.
Please let me forget me
No happy ending to this tale,
The villain runs away with treasure
And the hero dies in vein.
God, this feeling is painful
I ran out of face expressions,
A tear might sneak here and there
Only to mock me
And laugh away my pain.
Could I ever scape
This prison I call hell,
My mind is a broken engine
That will never let me break.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
I cut myself slowly
So I can feel the blade,
This is the best I’ve felt
Since i remember, i hope I forget
Oh but this knife is too dull
I need something sharper
To heal away the wrong,
An edge made of glass
Or perhaps a better soul..
I stitch away the darkness
I need to wake up
“So ive been told”
But day after day I whimper
Wishing it was over now,
Hoping it was all gone.
I dream away by dreams
I nail away my sins,
A crucifixion on a canvas
Painting by my rusted brush.
Please let me forget me
No happy ending to this tale,
The villain runs away with treasure
And the hero dies in vein.
God, this feeling is painful
I ran out of face expressions,
A tear might sneak here and there
Only to mock me
And laugh away my pain.
Could I ever scape
This prison I call hell,
My mind is a broken engine
That will never let me break.
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