can’t see the symptons,
for they’re buried under the skin,
cut,
cut,
cut,
saw it off,
open the flesh,
dig it out,
cut,
cut,
cut,
open me up,
handfuls of innards,
red seas flowing out,
cut,
cut,
cut,
my self destorying ways,
pole to pole,
wayward designs lost on you,
when the knife cuts deep,
cut,
cut,
cut,
when the blood flows free,
the poison inside of me,
dying to meet me,
dying to try…