Burning, my body is burning!
Oh, my skin is melting off!
Oh, I can taste the cooked organs inside me!
Oh I enjoy the feeling!
I am an accused, accuser, and the bystander
Sitting across the room.
I am the lighter, the blade, the teeth, the spray
the pin, the tack, the fist, the smack
I am the head, the scissors, the pen, the clippers,
the sharpener, the needle, the tab, the nail,
I am the eraser, the pillow, the razor, the wall
the metal, the plastic, the paper, the stone.
I am death itself, the burrowed face of a call
I’m an insignificant point of a static sprawl
I am a cutter, I am a burner, a biter,
a scratcher, a suffocator, a starver,
I have tried it all, and I can’t get enough
You, you don’t ever need to call my bluff
Since you should know I’d do it in an instant
And perhaps, my skin, this time, won't be resistant
I drop lines across my body
The word “SHALLOW” engraved into my thigh
If you asked me the question, the singular, Why?
I’d tell you, Well, the carved word into my skin
The word of “SHALLOW”, could’ve been a win,
But the word “SHALLOW”, wasn't deep enough.
I cut over the same line a lot
Until the depths of my skin haven't come out so hot
I zig-zag across my body, with a razor, a lighter, my teeth
Mainly these days, I said I’d try to use nothing
But the gentle caressing of my dull fingers.
The breath of fresh air still finds me and lingers.
I’m told if I cut, I’d find a fair place,
One where my body takes up much less space
I don’t know if its true, I’d rather be nice
I’d rather have the decency, not to bed slice
I relapsed on new years, I did it that day twice
I told myself that time,
“starting off new years badly like this
will help me in the long run, bring me some clear bliss.”
It didn’t, what a surprise
It just gave me some red glasses
And clouded my eyes.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:58 PM UTC
Burning, my body is burning!
Oh, my skin is melting off!
Oh, I can taste the cooked organs inside me!
Oh I enjoy the feeling!
I am an accused, accuser, and the bystander
Sitting across the room.
I am the lighter, the blade, the teeth, the spray
the pin, the tack, the fist, the smack
I am the head, the scissors, the pen, the clippers,
the sharpener, the needle, the tab, the nail,
I am the eraser, the pillow, the razor, the wall
the metal, the plastic, the paper, the stone.
I am death itself, the burrowed face of a call
I’m an insignificant point of a static sprawl
I am a cutter, I am a burner, a biter,
a scratcher, a suffocator, a starver,
I have tried it all, and I can’t get enough
You, you don’t ever need to call my bluff
Since you should know I’d do it in an instant
And perhaps, my skin, this time, won't be resistant
I drop lines across my body
The word “SHALLOW” engraved into my thigh
If you asked me the question, the singular, Why?
I’d tell you, Well, the carved word into my skin
The word of “SHALLOW”, could’ve been a win,
But the word “SHALLOW”, wasn't deep enough.
I cut over the same line a lot
Until the depths of my skin haven't come out so hot
I zig-zag across my body, with a razor, a lighter, my teeth
Mainly these days, I said I’d try to use nothing
But the gentle caressing of my dull fingers.
The breath of fresh air still finds me and lingers.
I’m told if I cut, I’d find a fair place,
One where my body takes up much less space
I don’t know if its true, I’d rather be nice
I’d rather have the decency, not to bed slice
I relapsed on new years, I did it that day twice
I told myself that time,
“starting off new years badly like this
will help me in the long run, bring me some clear bliss.”
It didn’t, what a surprise
It just gave me some red glasses
And clouded my eyes.
