Just One More
To Those Who Understand
Crimson substance fills the cup
One is one and never enough
With every wound
A new opening
I feel the urge to not breathe
For I am the only one
Who knows what goes on inside of me
I am going to be sick
I move so quick
Just another
Will not bother
Until I get asked at the jail
And it is then I cry
And wish to die
And sob and weep and wail
Blades of light
I see at night
A sign that I am breaking
Nothing more
Than a broken door
A room with broken chain links
The feeling is almost gone
People say that this is wrong
But it is doing something to me
All of all I feel the fall
Of something red and dead beat
Something so frightening
Some so alarmed
Releasing the pains out of my arm
And nothing is more thrilling
Than opening up
What is not enough
New designs
Drilling
People rushing
Slurred words
I can no longer see light anymore
I can be saved from my past
As long as my arms will always last
(2014)
If we do not speak, no one will hear, and if no one can hear, no one will understand, and if no one can understand, then we remain silent.
