There are many aspects of the godhead, lord Shiva. Might be obvious which aspect this relates to...
Text's just a reflection, as I was really taken aback after reading and talking to kids hurting themselves in horrible ways.
"I am the way"
way out, out of line
way in, under my skin
incision's a well
blood is proof
of living hell
cut off, aloof
Self inflicted
escape addicted
Cigarette lighter calls
"I am the way"
I'll be your cross
burned alive
melt the pain
into a lava stream
of scar tissue
my right, my vein
not your issue
fuck your blame
I'll slit it up, in wide open shame
Fail fail
blame is prison
wounds are bail
crown of thorns
ball and chain
guilt is jail
Torture comfort
natural morphine
I invent my own
red scream
regret is mute
carving out your nights in blood
a dripping temple of flesh
sinking through the mud
Unleashed demons soaked night black
addicted to abuse, both judge and accused
Shiva-bound
tearing down
this house of bones
drowned in doubt
crumble back to dust
lights out
Poetry by Dead Mans hand
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Written on 2007-09-27 at 11:02
Tags Youngblood  Selfinflicted  Shame 
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Text's just a reflection, as I was really taken aback after reading and talking to kids hurting themselves in horrible ways.
Shiva Bound
Platinum blades call"I am the way"
way out, out of line
way in, under my skin
incision's a well
blood is proof
of living hell
cut off, aloof
Self inflicted
escape addicted
Cigarette lighter calls
"I am the way"
I'll be your cross
burned alive
melt the pain
into a lava stream
of scar tissue
my right, my vein
not your issue
fuck your blame
I'll slit it up, in wide open shame
Fail fail
blame is prison
wounds are bail
crown of thorns
ball and chain
guilt is jail
Torture comfort
natural morphine
I invent my own
red scream
regret is mute
carving out your nights in blood
a dripping temple of flesh
sinking through the mud
Unleashed demons soaked night black
addicted to abuse, both judge and accused
Shiva-bound
tearing down
this house of bones
drowned in doubt
crumble back to dust
lights out
Poetry by Dead Mans hand
Read 879 times
Written on 2007-09-27 at 11:02
Tags Youngblood  Selfinflicted  Shame 
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