this urge inside it tears him apart
it hurts him so much, this bloody art
this art he makes upon his skin
this art is where he begins
to take the feelings out from him
and spill them out in this solemn sin
for help self given and not self done
in that moment of resistance he feels he has won
a losing battle for a while at least
and not give in to this release
its too easy to be good
its not the way that feelings should
be released and taken out
its not the way to let it spout
these crimson rivers of blood and gore
this pain inside he hides in war
with himself and in his mindthis pain it helps to pass the time
spent in mourning his broken heart
and wishing only to depart
but unable to let go
of this life the family and friends he's known
he's to loving to hurt them that much
and leave them crying while he's cold to the touch
the reason he chooses to bleed away
is to stop and try not die this way
not to end his life by his own hand
his life isn't his to command
he knows this and he tries to make
something that is his to take