Color of my blood, red.
Same is the colour of your anger.
Scrape my supple skin with your red colour ridden nails.
And make me bleed a little brighter.
Turn by turn and bit by bit,
Pluck my hair from the space within.
Fix a gaze at me and find,
The pits that will show you what’s inside?
Cut my chest open.
And leave it with my ribs broken.
Take my lungs out and show it to the world,
There’s enough tar in it but not enough blood.
Break my skull,
And thread by thread,
Unwind my brain.
Throw it in the rain, let it go down the drain.
A cold knife,
Tracing my warm thighs
Cut them deep and cut them right,
Make them call me a sad sight.
Take a pin
And puncture my eye,
Tell the world I said goodbye.
It’s now time for my vision to die.
My snide heart,
Rip it off my chest.
Give it to those gruesome kids,
Who could toss it and fret.
Leave it in the air
Until it wears off and turns gray.