A razor to my wrist,
A needle to my eye,
An end to my life,
A beginning to die,
Why even stop,
Why even start,
Why even try,
To heal my heart,
Full of black,
Full of grey,
Not enough will,
To make it through the day,
A rain of blood,
A drought of tears,
Hate the love,
Can’t take the fears,
Add colors to my hair,
And make-up to my eyes,
To hide the grey,
And all of the lies,
Add salt to the wound,
And sour to the sweet,
I wouldn’t know,
Just bones and meat,
No soul to salivate,
No rapture to come,
No peace for the monster,
Dead and numb.

 
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