I cant stop now
This monster has taken over my body
And everything I see, hear, and dream
Is that crimson sea
Where I find my only joy
With one prick
Of the now bloody pin
I start to bleed again
Bleeding colors, black and white
A human cutting board
With one tool, the knife
My skin so weak
It pours from each tiny cut
In a second
As the skin rubs off
Flaky and breakable
Making room for more of the sea
That I make pour so desperately
But the thing I worry about most
Is if I can stop
If Ill ever have normal arms
Arms without scratches, scabs, or red lines
Arms without maps of a scary future
I wonder if Ill ever be new again
Because someday
I may forget to wake up
And Ill die forever
Drowning in the fatal sea
My biggest fear
