The power of a blade..It bends and curves grooves along the skin
It captures the red crimson chain
Sweeps it along to the stack of tissues
Turns the chain into silky red ribbon
The grooves made in the skin.. Now a cavern
Red hot, boiling in the pit of the stomach
Why doesn't the cuts release the pain
It is not enough, not deep enough
So i slice down once again
The stomach boils over.. as if to be sick
Thats when you know when to stop
But the chain of red keeps flowing
The tissue box is empty now
The skin around the cavern now glowing
Place the blade back into the box
And tie the bandage tight
Sit and stare out the window for hours
Hoping someone will save you in the black of night
Fall asleep so crookedly
And wake up with a scream
The hand so black and blue.. too tight was the rag
Still the crimson chain is glistening around the open seem
Hand so swollen.. like after punching a wall
Unwrap the tight package.. to show the battered arm
Just to find the crimson chain falling free
You can never escape this... self harm
