Sitting in this world,
everyone calls life.
I look around,
and all I see is sin.

So I take the knife,
placing it ever so softly on my skin,
scars and bruises already in all the right places.
Screams of tears roll down my face,
feeling the pain and the pleasure all in one.
All my reliefs are flowing through my body,
as this little knife slices and scares.

He caused them to happen,
He did it all,
With one quick whip of a knife.
 
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