Sharp Disection

This poem is metaphoric. I never really come out and say what it is that I'm talking about, but I make it rather obvious. It took me a lot of time and effort, so I really hope you enjoy it.

Long and winding streams of red from saturated wounds with salt
Staring at my body's intruder, knowing the guilty hands at fault
Sarcastic laughs in anguish tell the stories behind the hidden pain
Plastic grins and glassy eyes stare at these open wounded veins

Screaming insignificance among ears that continue to tune me out
Painting words with a closed up voice, the holes filled up with grout
On my knees in religious form, I close my eyes but refuse to pray
My vision of God fled the scene the night my hope broke away

Stressful threads of pale white skin accumulate into aged floors
Carelessly left in peaceful shreds, and so cautiously ignored
Tempted fingers agonize and beg for the remorse of giving in
Mercy implores to declining faith to appease a wrongful sin

The paths along my skin and bone are unreal to the naked eye
Covered up by smiling faces giving opportunity for the truth to lie
Denying anger, mirroring hate from false sympathy within crave
The body shall reveal secrets as it prepares itself for the grave

Coasting from here to there, and back to where it all began
Applauding the woks of gleaming silver, I'm its greatest fan
Drips of pain fall from inflamed flesh unmasking my inner soul
I let myself go in lust for blood, the evilness has taken control

Leap head first into an empty pool, gravity can't ever be defied
Even God at the cross obeyed gravity, grasping the rules to abide
I'd scream if my voice allowed it, if hate wasn't filling thick cement
So I lie, and laugh, and live, and learn, pretending that I'm content

“Gleamer” do me right this time and severely sever my breaths
Fail my heart and it's tired veins to bring me to unavoidable death
I feel cold metal knocking on the cracks in my arms to spread the infection
To me, there's nothing better than releasing pain by sharp disection.