Bed of Razor Blades

~ Bed of Razor Blades ~

I lay here screaming, bitter memories return to wake,
Another momentary relapse, my mind’s about to break,
Sanity slowly withers, this curse has come to rein,
Each night Im left to fight myself, but with nothing left to gain.

Emotionless creature, a freak left here to roam,
Just another lost cause, destined to be alone.
Trapped by violence, insecurities mark my skin,
Broken, bruised and battered is my forgotten soul within.

I sleep with my darkest enemy, the wounds that I create,
The hideous marks Im left to achieve, with only more heartache,
Midnight dreams of solitude, deep crimson left to flee,
I slice the prettiest image of life, that my mind allows me to see.

Jaded in my views of ‘hope’, acceptance lost with blades,
Each scar that grows upon my skin, causes humanity to fade,
Beautiful, bleeding razor blades, left here for me to use,
With each calling from this cold steel, my body is left abused.

Constant struggle between life and death, I lay with thoughts of loss,
Each token of hate and my broken skin, heals me, but at what cost?
This pretty bed of razor blades, grows more lonely as time goes on,
I see no way to become beautiful, I fear I’ll never again belong.