Picking Scabs

vivid visions of a six inch wrist incision


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noises, [noises]

still people make noises

noises, [noises]

still people make noises

collected and sampled [studied the sorrow]

starving for zero

noises, [noises]

still people make noises

noises, [noises]

till they make me sick


I feel everything too much

but still connect the cuts

staining the silk until I am all but numb


the skin once vibrant

but the saturation seemed to fade

when I spill myself

I traced your name across my veins


blood junkie

ugly shame

collecting her stains

oh how depraved


rope burn neck tie

tell me did you feel alive?

rope burn neck tie

tell me did you see the signs? [see the signs]


[my shame]

my shame

[in my wounds]

i’ve got my veins in a cage

she dug her nails into my wounds

[oh the stain]

the stain

[on my soul]

she’s holding hands with the rope

I helped her lace around her throat


dancing through the red light

I've never felt so alive


fuck me dead

picking scabs off my innocence

noises, [noises]

still people make noises

noises, [noises]

still people make noises

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1-800 dread

noises, [noises]

still people make noises

noises, [noises]

till they make me sick


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