A Blade Upon Forsaken Skin Poem by Twisted Moon

And we all know how it goes,
These veins are varicose,
Nothing is really changing,
Just slowly rearranging,
Everything written is about me,
So lost, so sad, so empty,
And all the drugs in this world can't save me from what's out there.

And as the blood begins to flow,
I guess you'll never really know,
Because I never really said it,
It's too late now where I am headed,
Vanished like a banished ghost,
You're the one I love the most,
But I'll escape, the hate, the rape, before I cut my hair.

A blade upon forsaken skin,
I ran, I hid, I let it win,
And as the room begins to spin,
I had to stop before I let it begin,
And you will profit and prosper as you live on,
And you will love your life with me gone,
And I'll be free, with you in my dreams, together in the air.