What do you offer when pain is the only language they understand?
Hoping for salvation or that he cared,
but tortured for the lies I couldn’t survive.
With tearful eyes, I searched the horizon
that left my mind darkened and soul deprived.
Within my hands laid a prayer to bleed,
but I hoped life would turn out to be fair.
I trusted he’d turn the deceit around,
and convince me he would always be there.
While I danced the razor’s edge to freedom,
steam erased a reflection I didn’t know.
I believed with one slice he would see me,
but cold chains just coiled my soul in sorrow.
Images of him ravaged my crazed mind
while just one sharp slice led to true release.
His passionate moans whispered lustful lies
while warm pain bled a dark river of peace.
—H, still dancing the edge
