Flesh Art

Swallow the pain,
Bring up the hurt.
Cut again. And again,
Create a masterpiece.

Individual.
Unique.
Alive.

Full of depth,
A strong red colour.
Razor marks scattered,
Random places, up and down.

Art.
Permanent.
Impact.

It's all forever.
It's a stamp.
Significance of time,
When the clock froze.

Catching you in one moment,
When you was ill.
Sick and unable to think,
It's all recorded.

Stop.
Bleed.
Scream.

Is it finished?

Flesh broken,
It refuses to mend.
Cotton not strong enough,
No drug will calm you.

You can only stop this.

Talks with the professionals,
Medication won't cure.
It's a temporary fix,
Just fix it forever.

Please.

Use paper and pen,
Instead of your skin and a razor.

The scars will fade,
The marker will be there forever.
Stick it on your wall,
Gaze with amazement.

Pat on the back you didn't do it,
You gave it, finally.

It's your masterpiece.