☆a cry for every cut☆

I have an ache in me

Splinting pain

A crushing cry for every cut

Slit and stud

And i have dark clumps in my lungs

A dark overlook

On the hills and slopes of our creature

The wiring and pulling

That lead to our downfall

We are all falling

But some steep furthermore

With their black

Bloodless cores

I have a hate in me

That cant be lullied or kissed away

A split that won't heal

A scar that always bleeds

For houses without music

Instead church orgels

And sliced organs

Of hands hard 

With knuckles and rings and bones

I have a cry in me

A scream in me

For every glass bottle and every cup

Every 

I have the scream of an unloved child

Meeting the world with a pocket knife

I have a piercing wound in me

For every mother and little sister

Every father and big brother

Who turn blue and black

In the dark silouette

Of another

Taking the form of a loved one

A lover