I Will Always Suffer

A drop of blood,
a parting skin,
a solemn vow never to do it again.

This is my life,
this is my sorrow.

This is my yesterday,
and tomorrow.

Save me from this pit of shame.
See me at my “morbid games”.
I’m hanging on by a thread,
I am the walking dead.

Through this pain I express my soul,
the razor rules my life,
it has me in it’s control.

My skin bears its mark,
my heart wears its name.
Freedom is my dream,
but in the end . . .
I will suffer the same.


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