Nails

Your name appears and it strangles my heart.
My mind goes crazy- we're too far apart.
You leave me lying on a cold, stone floor.
And make my soul slam into a closed door.
I sit up, slowly, realizing you're gone.
Dunno if it's for good, dunno if I'm done.
But the tears begin to flow, blurring my eyes.
I dig into my chest, only screaming, "Lies."
The blood flows down onto my pretty, black dress.
And my muscle cries out, feeling less and less.

Repeatedly your name gets called out,
Echoing to me and shrouding my doubt.
You'll never come back- you're through with me.
And I'm stuck with this wound- to deal with the scarring.
I stare out the window, clawing some more,
The overcasted clouds dimming the core.
The bars hold me in, the doors are locked.
I'm here alone, with another gun cocked.
My nails dig deep, right into my skin.
As the other hand trembles, holding the sin.

Without you, life seems to have no meaning.
But now that I think about it, I could have been dreaming.
More like a nightmare, if you were to ask me.
I woke up crying, to put it simply.
Reality hits and I once again notice your absence.
That organ starts pounding and I go tense.
Try to let it out, scratching at my heart.
Hoping my nails are sharper than a dart.
But then I feel it, the dullness of the nubs.
Making less scrapes than a steel/metal club.
I stare down at the features I now condemn-
Tears well up, and I remember why I bit them.