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metal & skin (xv.)

hands trembling as i’m

standing silently in the

locked bathroom stall

fists clenched and slam

bruised, with tiles loose

my eyes never waver as

i have a staring contest

with the grinning razor

but i have a bad feeling

that i’m about to lose.

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metal & skin (xiv.)

under the darkness

the cycle proceeds

of a mercury teeth

and a soul in need

.

under the darkness

the ritual proceeds

with a lethal gleam

and a heart to bleed.

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metal & skin (xiii.)

am i really that ready

to bleed out once more?

to have lines on my body

to continue keeping score?

am i really so ready again

to taste the love of a pain?

and if i find myself gasping

will that make it all remain?

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metal & skin (xii.)

with every word

and foolish lies

that sink within

the blade swings

even closer to my

anticipating skin.

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metal & skin (xi.)

waiting for the right

time to come

isn’t really helping

all it does

is further intensify

the agony

that you’re prolonging.

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metal & skin (x.)

hide, hide, hide it all

stow your lighter in your wallet

hide hide, hide it all

keep your razors in your pocket

hide, hide, hide it all

from superficial judgmental eyes

hide, hide, hide it all

cover your scars and play fucking nice.

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metal & skin (ix.)

i can’t

blame you

for this

bladed tragedy

after all

i’m just a curious

actor who

wanted to be part

of a story.

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metal & skin (viii.)

i’m no longer a liar

seeing it from other

people’s point of view

this bleeding wound

i have created makes

me feel brand new.

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metal & skin (vii.)

the worst part

isn’t the fact that

i shower myself

in paintings of

incarnadine affinity

it’s the fact that

my fucked-up mind

wants to display

the grotesque artwork

so damn proudly.

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metal & skin (vi.)

the initial sting

of breaking nerves

and tearing flesh

makes you gasp

involuntarily…

but after that, the

pain isn’t so bad

anymore, and the

damage done is

satisfying to see.

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