Someday’s I want to hide razors in my mouth.
So when I get the feeling of letting the poison out.
All I have to do is bite down and let the blood pour instead of my seemingly ignorant words.
It’s surreal knowing my feelings are ones I want to peel back and flake away.
Never to be seen again.
But I am just a mere human in this world of billions.
And I know I’m not the only one with blood on my lips.
Ready to spit into the face of anyone that might listen.
Though there’s no one here, but my own reflection in this crimson smeared mirror.
I try my best to be okay.
There’s still these plots that which I like to play…
Out in my mind.
Homicidal soup leaving a taste so divine.
I want to share.
I want someone to care…
Enough just to sit and listen.
Instead of letting my truths dig into the depths of their heads.
Striking chords in their own lives.
Take a step back and see…
THIS IS ME!..
we’re talking about here.
ME! I’ll scream it loud enough for the goddess to hear.
I want to talk about myself with someone else.
And not have to worry about them trying to read between the lines.
Because there are no fucking lines to my words.
Just letters and sounds I try to portray to maybe be able to someday convey to you.
I want everyone to understand.
For once tell me they feel it too..
Because I know they do.