Grey Turn

Cracked open, exposed to this
Whirlwind world of emotions.
Just another face in the crowd,
Same problems; different one.
Wounds unguarded by the germs,
Schemes that will envy me.

Blood hastily turns to grey,
Sick, I'm fading into his world.

Road pebbled, too bumpy
To crawl over, it will break the scars.
Cuts up and down me,
I can't help but get out my knife and start again.
I don't know me, or what I'm doing,
I have no feeling, sensation. Nothing.

Tingled feelings down my arm,
Numb and dead, I can start my art again.

Night sky turns back again,
And I have no way home.
Streetlamps out for the evening,
I'm left to suffer alone.
Stroking my arm, I'm scared,
I didn't think they would stay.

Alone I thought,
But the scars keep my blood warm.

Enough trouble for one day,
I lay my head upon a concrete step.
Holding my arm, make it stop,
I can't die from loss.
Driving fast, emotions caught in the spin,
Crash on the floor. I have nothing.

Final turn of my night,
Grey, mystic and nothing to wipe the blood.