The Sin

Lying in bed,staring at the wall.
Thinking about life,death,why my skin calls.
Calls out for liberation.
Liberation of my foundation.
The foundation of my salvation.

My skin cries out for a blade.
A cut to heal the pain I made.
O how it longs to feel the blade.
The blade of my happiness.
The blade of my madness.

My veins are quiet when my skin is calm.
My mind is happy when blood is drawn.
The pain is flowing out , out of my skin.
This is my pride, my sin.

Faces are staring, they will never know.
The scars on me will never show.

I don't want to die, that was never the case.
I only wanted a solution when I had a problem to face.
The soultion became an addiction.
The addiction them turned into my salvation.