Razorblades ring,
Calling me home.
I feel the blood sting,
Begging to run.
I want to escape,
Fall out of line.
Pray to my veins,
Sacrifice my wine.

I feel myself there,
Dark and deep down.
My body the lair,
My screams resound.

The pulse throbs and thuds,
And I lust for release.
My heart wants to flood;
I need to bleed.

Flesh keeping me
But I am not this skin;
It's only a projection:
This pain, this sin.

This poem is where I leak
Giving my soul in words,
And I hope you hear me speak,
Sing like the birds.

I'm choosing my breath
To let me breathe,
There is only silence in death,
And I would no longer be.

So I wait for the sun,
The egg yolk break rise,
Because time has begun,
And it shall be my demise.

We're all addicted
To something
That takes away the pain
Like mind-treading a book
Or dancing in the rain.

I've felt more than "18 years" tells
But killing myself
Won't really help
I'm not ready to end,
Be forgotten and stuffed
Into Earth's round belly

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