| Words From Rhapsody |
| "Sweetest Agony" my skin, my flesh as red as death too brutal to be proclaimed a razor, a knife carving for life too far gone to be ashamed sleeves hide my sin and i bury within the burden of my games blood flows free and i cannot breathe i slice to banish sorrow still i live in fear choking on tears for what may come tomorrow there are no escapes but the wounds i make and with these hands, i betray myself each cut makes me feel each cut makes me real and in my misery, i need nothing else i live each day in the wake of a blade and with each stroke, i am unmade there is no wrong, there is no right only this endless pain, night after night i push everyone away from me both enemy and friend i embrace this sweetest agony my only means, my only end |
| 'razor freak' she is a captive of what she needs she is not satisfied until she bleeds as natural as breathing she carves another scar she holds the blade in her hands how could she fall this far? from within her skin the liquids leak all blood no tears for the razor freak from all around there is no sound only the obsession she has found and her arms can bear her sin no where to hide from what's inside waiting each moment for the next she lives for the chance to do it again razor freak razor freak what more do you want from the girl? she's just one person in a big fucked up world and still you would deny her this, her only peace but it's been sixteen years, she needs release you call her a monster (then why is she the one losing everything) you say she is selfish (then why is she the one with nothing) you claim to be her friend instead you cut and run you aren't free of the blood on her hands and you aren't the holy ones down her tired limbs the liquids leak there are no tears there is no rest for this girl the razor freak |
| "Tried" i felt it starting deep in my heart i tried to fight i tried to run away but here i am anyway i never even noticed the knife in my hand until it was in too deep driven by a darker command a law my skin must keep if i shred this tattered flesh then i might end this loneliness this blade is my lover, my master, my friend and with its kiss, i don't have to pretend i will suffer, i will sacrifice a lighter-burn to melt away my heart of ice scars all up and down my skin mark the deeper scars within made by harsh-spoken word and loveless touch some say that i never need anyone but i think i need too much i didn't mean for it to come to this i never meant to hurt anyone but myself it was born before i knew and in my private hell, it grew and i tried to fight i tried to run away but here i am anyway despite what you say i always come back to this place my hopes vanish without a trace i cannot fight there is no way i tried my best but i always get lost along the way here i am anyway and in this hell, i think i'll stay 'bleeding' little red droplets up and down my arms embrace me in your warmth and shelter me in harm like watching yourself dream everything is fuzzy everything is grey until you see the line of red and all fear washes away each touch draws me deeper drains the world away the brilliant bursts of red are worth the price i pay freed from time and space everything is broken everything is dead until you feel the flash of color and the madness fills your head i can taste it within me exhaled with each breath the needs and the desire that can only end in death sound is deafening in your ears everything is cruel everything is shame until you taste that gush of life and you are never the same deep gashes flowing crimson up and down my arms cradle me in your warmth and shelter me in harm |
| "monster" i like to bleed sometimes, it's all i need a razor and some wire a match, a candle, a little fire i can drown without a sound in these feelings that i foster does it make me wrong because i'm not strong does this make me a monster the deeds i do are not my own but i am the only one to blame you are the reason for my labors but i am the only one with shame because i bleed, you think you are so pure but life is a sickness, and this is my cure i cannot handle the afflictions i cannot live up to your demands i carry the cross of your convictions but i only have two soiled hands each day i die without a sound in my room, locked away from the light each day and each night alone and rejected with these feelings that i harbor does it make me wrong because i am not strong does it make me a monster my filth is my fantasy my secrets are sometimes all i need and if the choice came to it to this world and the pain i inflict well, i think i'd rather bleed razors, wire, matches, fire sometimes, this is all i need these feelings i foster if it is wrong to be unstrong then i will be your monster i can't carry on i am not strong i will be your monster |
| "criss-cross" there is a map of angry red lines, not drawn by artist's hand it leads to no where - it stands for nothing except the burden of my pain that i can no longer bear the lines criss-cross again and again beginning at the shoulder - i follow them down in my own spiral into the black of night the neat little rows of x's and z's that fester and bleed and burn like the light a neat little map of angry, unreadable roads and ruts that criss and cross every which way leading no where but the back of my brain where i nightly construct new roads in my dreams and carve them into existence secretly tucked away under a shirt sleeve for no one to see no one but me this map hides no treasures - it does not lead it does not mark a path - it does not take you to anyplace that you want to be it's just my collection of bloody x's and z's up and down my arms, from my hips to my knees that go where ever they please in neat little rows of criss-crossed designs angry reds and pinks fade to rugged scars which fades to skin and makes way for new roads, new paths, new ruts to be carved from my brain into my arms by willing hands in the dead of night i am content in my cycle of construction of new pain and new maps to no where not drawn by ink - but in blood |
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