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