What Does It Mean?

Stinging

Blood ripping from my wrists,

ribbons curling down my arms,

my heart coming to a stop then it keeps going.

An endless cycle on an endless cycle of the immortal flame.

I cannot win nor can I gain?

I'm falling into the pit of never ending slumber,

where my heart burns and crashes into a somber ember.

I can barely keep it alive and yet I can no longer,

hold onto the thought of being 'alive.'

Pity drips through my brain and body,

the signals of life, like a antique TV, spotty.

I can no longer keep up this charade of self-conscience.

I can no longer keep up my life, in dents...

The metal no longer kisses my wrist,

it painfully stings my thighs, but in a twist...

I enjoy this pain because it brings me down.

I enjoy this pain because it's now the only sound,

drowning the thoughts of dropping off the bridge,

into open water to get rid of this emotion blockage.

So here I go into a free fall below,

because these empty pages of memory is all I know.