
/my skin is my road-map, and my razor's the car./ a moment in the head of a cutter.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 189 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 4 - Published: 10-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3067293
|
|
A+ A- |
-road-map-
x
My rationale is drifting through the clouds,
my heart drowning in the deep,
you'll never know what bliss,
follows the decision to make that leap;
x
I'm such a good actress,
so they all say,
with my bright lips and smile,
no one suspects the price I must pay;
x
For my skin is my road-map,
and my razor is my car,
with each slice that I make,
I hope to go far;
x
There's one thing people refuse to understand:
my razor is my best friend,
the only thing I've got left in this fucked up world,
until the very end;
x
Besides, I control the burn,
I control the pain and the depth-I get to steer,
it's the one thing in my life,
that I do not need to fear;
x
It's my beautiful addiction,
my moment in ecstasy,
as it brings me the fleeting taste,
of being free;
x
I know that eventually I'll return,
to where I was before,
but for now I relish in feeling numb,
as my blood hits the floor.
|
||||||