Black Jacket

Black jacket, oh black jacket which hides my scars so well, however do you mask my discolored blood from Hell? Every day I fight the urge, but every now and then, my shard, undiscovered, digs deep into my skin. Why exactly am I doing this? Many reasons do I know. But, dear black jacket of mine, you never let it show. Those days I go unfed, my black jacket shows no thinning, as well it hides my broken heart when on the outside I keep grinning. Black jacket, oh black jacket which hides my scars so well, I thank you so for masking my discolored blood from Hell.