Wax and Blood
Covering my wounds by the candle’s light, I hide the scars I carve in the night. I close my eyes and hold them tight. The act is wrong; the pain makes it right.
Inch by inch the flesh begins to sting. “Gods save me!” inside I scream. No tears form, my mask remains clean. All is well, outside it seems.
The sun goes down, and flames ignite. I fill with shame as I reach for the knife. The metal gleams in low amber light. Another scar is left tonight.
I cover the wounds in heat of the wax. The wounds hide in shrouds of white, green, gold, and black. My heart beats quicker, but my soul will relax.
My tears run dry. Inside I scream! Catch me; save me; free me from this dream! The pain dulls and I slash at the seams.
Left in silence, as blood burns dry and darkness flees.
Only my candles bleed for me.
Inch by inch the flesh begins to sting. “Gods save me!” inside I scream. No tears form, my mask remains clean. All is well, outside it seems.
The sun goes down, and flames ignite. I fill with shame as I reach for the knife. The metal gleams in low amber light. Another scar is left tonight.
I cover the wounds in heat of the wax. The wounds hide in shrouds of white, green, gold, and black. My heart beats quicker, but my soul will relax.
My tears run dry. Inside I scream! Catch me; save me; free me from this dream! The pain dulls and I slash at the seams.
Left in silence, as blood burns dry and darkness flees.
Only my candles bleed for me.