Layer by layer
From my hand I sever
The layers of which help me the most
The needle goes in
Under the skin
Layer by layer
I shall sever
Until pink is red
Torn and bloody
Soaking my bed
Layer by layer
I shall always sever
And cry when I go too deep
With this needle
That forever goes in
Into my hand
And under my skin
YOU ARE READING
The Song Of Rose And Ash
Horrordark poetry and writings based on fiction and my own experiences.
