Numbness in overload
Is death on the line?
towards the divine.
Thin red lines tell a life of sin
Where broken beings refrained announce
These patchwork carvings on pale skin,
To show that themselves, God has renounced.
A pointless existence desperately sought to keep
by the knife’s sharp edge.
This life is cheap!
I am, self renounced. This blood’s my pledge.
As I am refused
And oblivion calls,
Don’t think me abused.
It’s the angel that falls..