burn me, line my life, run through my life – take your toll, leave your mark.
sting me – pink stripes of red, cut my face again. down in my mind i feel the racing streaks of pain again.
my spine, is sore – these pains reign over me, my invertebrae, are dying.
my face gives away my tears – rejected they invade my neck, in the quite comforts of my neck, they shine with saddness.
as they tear away at my feelings, flowing stream of anguish – tell me how do you copt with these thoughts you spread?
thoughts of life, lost life and loosing will.
i cry,
my mind will die. eventually.
when all my tears disappear.