My Twisted Fashion

I think to myself,
what the hell have I done?
This is deep and painful.
and it was just for fun.

There is a torrent, a steady flood.
My life force flows from within;
Even time can't heal this wound.
To understand I could never begin.

One minute you were there,
the next you were not;
An echo of what I thought was real.
My love for you I almost forgot.

Its amazing what we can do
In moments of passion;
Like take a tool to oneself,
as if its some twisted fashion.

I could carve a new heart,
or carve the end of days;
But you had stopped me
From my evil ways.

The scars run deep,
and they will never go away;
But the pain you healed.
Let me live another day.

Always, ARA x