Can anyone reveal the bloodstains
Hiding underneath my torn lips…
Would anyone kiss it all away?
My thoughts are arrested at gunpoint
As if they were guilty of something—
But the crimes hanging my crown
Heavy on one side are nothing new
I’ve already paid for them time and time again
But why am I still being punished?
I can’t escape the incarceration from
What everyone else calls their brain
Try as I may to scrape off the slivers of light,
A jailbreak only makes for broken bones
And a rather crueler atonement…
I’m crossing thin lines inside my head
And all over my skin, precarious and fatal
Until humility becomes my illness
And manipulation my only chapel of truth
For I am no longer human; rather
I am simply a galaxy of constellated scars
But not a single one coruscates any longer
And my flesh becomes just another dead star
Extinguished quietly in the infinite darkness.