Just a slice

I took my pen and carved my flesh, to see what was inside

Black blood oozed out, forming letters as it dried

Tacky, sticky, comfort to see all the words I lied

It should be red, It should be red, the pain, the pain, is all in my head

In the flaps of my skin, I saw scars I had hidden

Down to the bone, the poison seeps unbidden

Nails on chalkboard, whispers in my mind

So many synonyms to tell you, I’m fine

It should be red, It should be red, the pain, the pain, is all in my head

Ecstasy in suffering, pain painted to rhyme

Floating in clouds made of glass, heart tattered and torn

Dancing with the razors, I’ll lick the blood I’ve shorn

It should be red, It should be red, the pain, the pain, is all in my head

Slicing out my tongue, for silence is bliss

As my shadow leans in for one last kiss

The end, the end, let it all go, they hiss

It’s black, It’s black, the stain, the stain, is all in my heart

Jam my fingers in my eyes, staunch the acid tears I cry

They leak down my cheeks, leaving scars as they dry

A lie, I whisper, please just let me die

It’s black, It’s black, the stain, the stain, is all in my heart

Bleeding, broken, hope is dead

As the sky went blank, my heart now hardened lead

I realized shadows only exist where light is shed