Scream

I wrote this a long time ago when i was an avid cutter, i know its twisted but thats how you think when your like i was... hope you like

Ill wait for you to scream at me,
but you open your mouth,
the blood pours out.
sin for salvation,
drowning me,
fearing me,
stains through blood,
Ive never been so calm before,
the knife is a tool of the worlds resurrection,
you know it too.
slithered entrails,
neutralized in this vastness.
the unknown origin,
of the comfort of being afraid.
and dissecting a trillion sighs away,

will you get this letter?

a jagged pulp sliced in my veins,
i write to remember...
cause i am a million miles away,
a million miles away.
please bleed,
so i know that you are real.
look at how damaged Ive become,
to myself i am nothing.
i am nothing...
is this really living,
or just some gentler hell?
what do i do to get away,
just do it and get it over with?
tears of blood,
trails of tears line my body,
as my skin soaks it up.
i take it all in,
and there is no need to speak,
you open your mouth,
the blood pours out.
it takes control of your soul.
you are resurrected,
resurrected with the knife,
the knife that started it all...
so you look,
look at your slithered entrails...

you can keep me company if you'd like....