Release

Release

Crimson lines stain my skin
In swirling paths unfortold
The razor glides smoothly, changing me
Into an artist of paintings bold

The designs that I etch into myself
They shall never dim nor fade
So that I am left with reminders of
My sins ‘till my dying day

Others tattoo colorful skulls
Or fights between demons and men
Still others brand their loved one’s names
Never to be forgotten

Meaningless, all of it seems to me
Why let others inflict you with pain?
I have taken control, only I am allowed
To toy with myself in this way

Everyone looks, but never once
Have they seen what they didn't wish to see
Ignored by many and shunned by all
A loner I am condemned to be

So I recede back into the world
That my imagination has made
Where I am special, one of a kind
An existence that I will not trade

I truly wish that I could forget
This cruel world I love to leave
But as long as I’m forced to live here
It must be my reluctant reality

And as I sit here, lost in thought
In my locked and darkened room
I release my pain in a constant flow
Dripping onto the floor of my tomb.