Carving out my diary just for you
upon my arm so you know its true
this is my telegram from my cage
painted in dark red upon the stage
my priorities depicted through lies
wrenching as my worst fears rise
past the graffiti smothered my arm
only true words cause great harm
good to know what I’m capable of
my demure nature in hate and love
while I scream enraged to heart
at the mere instance we’re apart
my actions to stir up defensive emotion
for without you I am driven to devotion
take pity on my poor scars you fool
fall for my prop, my hoax, and tool
tears suppress, I would die without you
my vengeance and plotting works through
my lips quiver to again know your taste
as my blood still drips down in waste
as you watch I slice the blade across
carelessly cutting, a vein I cross
slowly you watch as I beg for attention
not noticing my mistake, no intention
tears roll as my head begins to spin
red seeping out in the shadowy din
I sink to my knees and you kneel beside
nothing you can do, easing my pride
numb begins to creep along my limbs
you lift my wrist to your face in dim
a soft soothing tongue sweeps my skin
as it appears I have you back, I win
but at price to heavy to pay twice
you have become my pernicious vice
as we part with a gentle kiss
ending my life in tingly bliss...
