I find myself aching for the kiss
Of a blade.
Delicate threads of scarlet longing,
The liquid of loss.
I need the embrace of the pain
That proves my purity.
The storm that rages inside
Needs to be released
In a silver spider web,
Drawn with dancing steel.
Each scar of silver
Lies, testament to an eternal sorrow.
A legacy of hidden hell
Deep inside.

Everyone sees me with
Their eyes closed.
Invisible patterns on
Pale skin.
Invisible pain, unseen
In laughing eyes.
No one hears me
When I scream
When I cry
Or when I beg.
Maybe no one will see me
Even when I lie dead.

Unloved,
Heart torn out.
Unnoticed,
Fading into mist.
Torn but unwillingly
Repaired through rejection.
Who will cry
When I lie dead?