Taking the blade
Slicing my wrist...

Just a message
To let you know...

Metal meet me
Make me whole...

Little tiny statuette
With skin as blue moon's haze...

The morning rain never sounded so strange
like the sun and the moon entwined...

Painfully wiping away my memories
With tissues drenched in tears...

There's a fatal line
Most do not see...

You created an image from dirt and twigs,
Molded yourself into frankincense, gold, and figs...

Maybe i should just give up poetry
I don't feel I'm getting my message across...

Life grows
Inside your womb...

Never again
Will i feel your breathe...

What i wouldn't give
To feel alive...