If I had the courage
(and the privacy)
I'd take a razor blade to my wrist and
Press it deep...
No
Scratch that...
If I did any damage it would be with a pen
An ink-leaking blade sharp enough to break the skin
Scrawling song lyrics
Words in uneven lines
More liquid than water
Twice as brilliant as I could hope
Mine would ever be
And when the tip pierces the place
Where my veins run blue
I'd lose a little blood, sure
But I'd gain a little, too
Slow-drip-transfusion of beauti
Blinding me back to life
And I'd lie limp in your arms
Fire raging inside
As you furrowed your brow and began dressing my wounds
Drained of the poison I've been longing to spill onto you
Looking into your eyes searching for tender lies to sever
Maybe kind of pale but feeling more alive
Than ever