Unveiled

The story of a little cut,
For when this feeling's in your gut,

A cut brazing my back,
My blood turns to ivory black,

Another cut to pierce my heart,
Another drip of cold coal black,

Another cut to change the colors,
Another jet black drop to join the others,

Another cut to slice my soul,
Another drop of something foul,

Another cut to bruise the sea,
Another desperate pain to fill me,

Another cut across my chest,
Another veil for my crest,

Another cut against my thighs,
Another way to dull the nights,

Another cut to mark my eyes,
Another way to break my ties,

Another cut to feel alive,
Another day to hide from life,

Another cut to stop the feeling,
Another minute till I'm kneeling,

Another cut to shut it out,
A final thought and I blackout.