IX

Submit into your pain A bottle of confusion A lifeless flow Into your veins Don't stop until you kill away your brain In silk and blood In ice and glass Cuts of paper upon your eyes You lay down Now you may sleep In sweat and cries Your voice echoes Through the entirety of frailty Your outside turns to ruins Crawl away your thoughts My nightmares are proud of their doings In liquid days All of you is growing old Paper cuts upon your eyes Paper cuts upon your soul Until you rest your open veins Take as needed for your pain