The blood doesnt flow
Pain...
Terrorizing pain
The brain is so hardwired theres no escaping
The skin so scarred theres no forgetting
Deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Does the blade have to work
And even then the blood barely flows
One day, two days, one week
Then relapse
Always relapse
No escape
The things that once clouded the thoughts
Are now banned, taken
But all the while the blade is still cutting
Deeper...
Deeper...
Blood paints my room
But it never sets me free
-The one whos blood won't flow
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