The blade I hold in my hand, I look upon my reflection in the cold steel.
I look and I wonder, is there anything now that I’ll feel?
My dreams no longer lucid, they’ve become a haze
I walk through my daily life zombified in a daze.
My hand lowers, pressing the tip of the blade to my arm, tracing and carving.
A valley of life which fills with life’s essence like a flood
Seeping down the path and washing it red, trickling blood.
The valley of flesh is filled, the warm crimson flows over, making new paths
Is this how it goes? This is how life is?
Emotions build, grow, overflow and make their own paths, intersecting.
Pain, pleasure, sorrow, everything is one, I feel not a thing.
A pool gathers in my palm the crimson flood fills, staining my flesh
The life I live, is it merely a made up world? Is there another truth out there?
The words in the distance, I hear them call but they’re so far away
I’m bound here, sheltered in my lonesome life, no longer can I stay.
I want to run, I want to leave, and I want to be free
From this window I see the stars and they shine down, almost mockingly.
My eyes strain to see, they swell and tears come to wet my cheeks crimson.
Battle scarred from the wars waged in my life
Forever I’ve stood on the edge of my world and looked into the distance.
Conflicting commands ring in my head, so much dissonance.
Something is missing, a puzzle piece isn’t there.
In my heart, I feel sharp stabbing pain but all I can do is stare.
I stare at myself, wonder what I’ve become, what can I do?
It hurts so bad, my hand reaches out, please find me, I need you to.
On my knees I scream, blood tears stain my face
Touch me, hold me, love me, and take me from this place.
…Rescue me…