The Skin That Binds Me
I tear at my skin,
Because it holds me in
My skin is too tight
It’s my confinement
It’s a jail keeper,
And it’s choking me so I can die.
The razor is like the key
To the handcuffs
They undo the binds for a short time
And let me actually breathe.
It cuts the rope, trying to tie me down
And for a time I soar away
Until the world catches up,
And I’ve got to get back in my skin
I can almost hear it laughing,
As I crawl back inside.
The razor, too, is an addiction,
Because I always come back for those
Few blissful minutes of freedom
From my jail keeper,
Captor,
My skin.
Because it holds me in
My skin is too tight
It’s my confinement
It’s a jail keeper,
And it’s choking me so I can die.
The razor is like the key
To the handcuffs
They undo the binds for a short time
And let me actually breathe.
It cuts the rope, trying to tie me down
And for a time I soar away
Until the world catches up,
And I’ve got to get back in my skin
I can almost hear it laughing,
As I crawl back inside.
The razor, too, is an addiction,
Because I always come back for those
Few blissful minutes of freedom
From my jail keeper,
Captor,
My skin.