I live in a realm where tears burn the faces
Of those who shed them,
Where the dead offer safety
Where mirrors refuse to reflect,
And books are written without words.
My screams, an alarming, an unheard noise.
Stripping my arms of every bit of flesh,
I hope to bleed black.
My cuts, they do not bleed
And my wounds, they will not heal.
I am left alone in loud silence.
Awaiting the day I desire this pain...
