I used to feel so free,
staying up all through the night,
becoming an artist
as the knife kisses my skin at midnight,
biting my lip because I don't want to cry,
for tears must stay out of sight -
just like long sleeves will cover up
the scars I make tonight.
Nothing can stop me from the nightfall routine,
it excites me too much to know
that one kiss form that blade
can waken my senses and make me feel real,
like I am alive again,
like I am free.
