CUT
--cut cut cut..
you would know if you had tried
to release the sickness sealed inside
somthing new to make you feel alive
--cut cut cut...
hating every day
and growing insane
a rush to hide your wakeining pain
to obscure the scars that "healed in time"
somthing warm makes you remember you are alive
can't resist, but...
you must
--cut cut cut cut cut cut cut
and from your wounds flows
only blood
no clumps of clotted long lost love
spots of red to cover the tears
that fell on your pillow.
--cut cut cut
as much as your will shall allow
let it all out now
bleeding warm and wet
a rush through the blood you let
-- cut cut cut cut cut cut cut
has it lost its meaning yet?