Blue rivers

I want to feel veins beneath my skin and air inside my chest
but this shell made up of rotting flesh shall not breathe these tattered wounds
the blood runs cold while the steel sinks deep and seeps into the ripples of icy flowing clouds
my fingertips are bloody and my knees begin to tremble
but these eyes shed not one tear for this girl is hollow

These blue rivers shall soon bleed red
after they have tasted steel which has penetrated through soggy skin
and when these wretched scars do fade
the fallen girl shall seek another source of which to bestow pain

This razor, yes this blade shall do well in her intentions
temporarily her only memory and the weapon her only friend
seeing past the warnings and everlasting sighs
tears shall never fall except when angry, only when angry

These blue rivers tangled down her limbs
meaningless to herself for this girl is dead
no fluid to run through these streams and feed the pumping vessel
for this girl is cold and dry are all the masses of instruments which once held life

This empty shell, a deserted ocean, the waters do run
these empty shallow rivers of sickening sky and green
transformed to crimson breaking's which do crawl upon her wrists
only to wash away in icy nothings and leave a sting of tears

Trembling, this girl not scared, merely cold from wet despair
empty she feels about to shatter, but no tears fall from these wretched eyes
these eyes do not match those waters, gray as the sky be on a murdered day
but these eyes can bleed, o how they can bleed

Blue rivers mix as well as the darkened rose
as soon as steel is tasted upon their lips
these streams shall flow into mass of crimson flood
and seep into frozen waters only to be restored