This obession with pain
is my one true drive
that makes life feel real,
so I know I'm alive.
When things feel trippy,
like it's all just a dream,
when I want to pull out my hair,
when I want to scream
I just reach for the razor
and freedom it brings.
This salvation is brought
on hell-sent wings.
And soon it's washed away
as reality sets in.
I sit back and observe
this masterpiece carved upon my skin.
I can't tell you what it is,
why I do this over again.
For it's far beyond MY knowledge
why I've caught this contagious sin. |
Submission Name: This Contagious Sin
