Your mouth is made of metal,
Your kisses taste like gold.
Your lies they strike like bullets,
But I enjoy the holes.

Your mouth is made of metal,
Your truths begin to rust.
Your blade edge may be jagged,
But I love the way it cuts.

Your mouth is made of metal,
Your words feel like steel.
Your smile strikes like a hammer,
But I’ll still be your anvil.

there are few things i don't know where she learned
like :  "don't cut your whrists,i'll leave scars,
make it somewhere where no one can see."
about her knowing those things should i be concearned?
i have never known she was like me...

sext: i thought of you and put down the razor

I'll be going home without leaving
tonight,
inside
we all are wrapped in dust
as if
the love
we create in all our small spaces
cannot provide the instances of growth we need to feel whole
I beg
you, realize the end you wander to in time

Jessica went away with all the lurching other guys
just to wind up growing older in a slow roll, home well before midnight
every time he or she wonders what in wandering they would have found
depression in a sick head worries what with your shadow not around
might happen to me, to me

1,2,3,4
she drops her razor to the floor
5,6,7,8
she looks up and says "its not too late"
she throws her razor in the bin
and promises herself never to use a razor for harm again,
months past and shes stressed again
she picks up scissors and grazes her legs
she crys as grazes appear on her skin
no blood just scars.
shes sick of everything

When wil I ever be better
Out shadowed out done
Words on a page
You give not a ****
So why the ****
Why am I here
Why shall I breathe
When I can beat my arms
With razors and blades
I can bleed
It's the feeling I have left
Paint my canvas red and my body ******
When will I not be out shadowed
When will I ever have something to my own

Darling I've come a long way
I hope you'd be proud of me
If I had the courage to tell you
About the things I used to do passionately.

I used to taste the metal against my skin
Deep and slow just like breathing
I used to watch as the blood flowed
Leave myself inches from dying

It was my faithful addiction
For 4 awful years
Everything bottled up beneath the surface
Only at night could you see my tears

But I'm so much better now
Yes I still have troubled times
But no longer do I resort
To my self inflicted midnight crimes.

I've cast off the metal
For the softness of your skin
Clean for almost a year now
I've chosen another sin

Something more painful than razors
But God isn't it pleasant too
You see my love
My newfound sin is you