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)
