*Trigger Warning: $u!c1d3 mentions
My mind is loose
And thoughts rush in
Of me leaving you
While red oceans leak from the bin
A trace of inevitability
That a blind man can't control
And the end of one's visibility
Is mortal mystery untold
Tattoo pain without ink
And pretend you're just fine
To tell your friends it was an accident
Just as I did to mine
I don't ask for your pity
Which is why I don't tell
Of what happens in this city
Or in school after the bell
You ask where is my voice
But I'm unable to answer
It lies beneath the mask
Of the novice belly dancer
We organize your knives
Yet the point stays sharp
But turn them away from your skin
And they won't sink in your heart
I've said the needed piece
Both finished and through
But I stand once again unsure
If I can say the same for you
