Spook
November 7th, 2011, 01:00 PM
The Cutter
The first cut is the deepest
And maybe it is
My biggest regret
Once I slice in
The knife stays embedded
It becomes a habit
To dig deeper into my pain.
I can't escape my asylum
Caught in my own mistake
Strangled by my own self hate.
The Burner
Mother said don't play with fire
Well it's a toy to me
I watch it flicker, smile alight
Washing away my will to fight.
I like to see it dance upon me
My skin it's sidewalk to play
I love just how it scars me
The scars I'll always keep
My melody is red hot
It burns me off to sleep
The One Who Starves
My craving is unbearable
Threatening to close me in
My longing is despairable
The fatter I get I'm thin
My meals consist of bedtime stories
My breakfast is my alarm
I'm still the me I was before
But my addiction is harvesting along
The less I eat the more I see
The twisting rolls of meat
I might as well
End up in hell
And get me something good to eat
The Gone
I've fought my fight
My struggle is done
I'll put away my lighter, my knife
And my diet book has won
I'm wasting away
More every day
Through deepest cut
And dancing flame
I thin and waste
I'm looking down at me
My fail to succeed
And I pass to darkness
And I see myself bleed.
The first cut is the deepest
And maybe it is
My biggest regret
Once I slice in
The knife stays embedded
It becomes a habit
To dig deeper into my pain.
I can't escape my asylum
Caught in my own mistake
Strangled by my own self hate.
The Burner
Mother said don't play with fire
Well it's a toy to me
I watch it flicker, smile alight
Washing away my will to fight.
I like to see it dance upon me
My skin it's sidewalk to play
I love just how it scars me
The scars I'll always keep
My melody is red hot
It burns me off to sleep
The One Who Starves
My craving is unbearable
Threatening to close me in
My longing is despairable
The fatter I get I'm thin
My meals consist of bedtime stories
My breakfast is my alarm
I'm still the me I was before
But my addiction is harvesting along
The less I eat the more I see
The twisting rolls of meat
I might as well
End up in hell
And get me something good to eat
The Gone
I've fought my fight
My struggle is done
I'll put away my lighter, my knife
And my diet book has won
I'm wasting away
More every day
Through deepest cut
And dancing flame
I thin and waste
I'm looking down at me
My fail to succeed
And I pass to darkness
And I see myself bleed.