Yet Another Stab

Words Spill Out Like Blood,
Tainted And Unwanted,
Shadows Crept Behind,
Lies Eager To Be Haunted

At times though,
Sinners Like This Feeling,
The Pain They Cause,
Weakness is Just Revealing

Another Master Piece,
Left On Their Arm,
Cut With A Knife,
Which Inflicted The Harm

Is it really Pain,
Or A cry of attention,
Is it the lonliness,
That caused this tension

So Many Fear Death,
Unaware of The Pain They Inflict,
They Start To Cut,
The Knife They Addict

The Faintess Weep,
Physically Pain They Create,
For Pain They Fear,
In Themselves Is Really Hate