Nov 03, 2004 17:29
small simple safe price
rise the wake & carry me with all of my regrets
this is not a small cut that scabs & dries & flakes & heals
& i am not afraid to die
im not afraid to bleed & fuck & fight
i want the pain of payment
whats left but a section of pigmy size cuts
much like a slew of 1000 unwanted fucks
would you be my little cut?
would you be my thousand fucks?
& make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
to fill & spill over and under my thoughts
my sad sorry selfish cry out to the cutter
Im cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
love is not like anything especially a fucking knife