rise to the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
this is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals
and I'm not affraid to die
I'm not affraid to bleed
I want the pain of Payment
What's left but a section of pigmy size cuts?
Much like a slew of a thousand fucks!
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid!
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts
My Sad, Sorry, Selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart!
Love is not like anything....
ESPECIALLY A FUCKING KNIFE!