Broken. 
Standing the middle of a room, 
playing a razor blade 
                               over veins
Like you would with a bow -
over the strings of a violin

But the chords you play
are screams of  pain
these songs you make 
are violent 
Leave me silenced 
Yet here, in one place; I stay
Sitting in the corner, watching
Letting the skin slip over my eyes

I won't look.
I won't look. 

I can't stay.
I'd get up and walk away 
If it weren't for these pins in my legs
Nails through the hands 
This corner, my crucifix
My head can only hang


These place, 
These in-betweens
Enjoyed in silence
And engaged by all means


Strung

Stuck
Back in a corner
"into your corner"
where two walls meet is silence 
The other two walls,  a grave
The door that stands wide open
Could be the only way
to get saved....
Still, we remain....
























(holding in breath; screaming; pleading - Feel helpless sometimes; the moment always fleeting)