Poetry

[jokerandfool]

History

You say that you don't mind my scars

I play the snakes and ladders in my flesh and keep my shirt on

You say that you've seen me naked

But sometimes I just feel different in the light when my scars are even whiter than the skin that makes yours darker

which I know you like

but you say that one only looks like pain

So I keep my shirt on

Addiction

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The Bleeding

[samaelhain]

You bleed, to feel fine
You don't share
You don't talk
I don't listen well

You cut, to be open
You close doors
You wall fear
I can't see in your soul

You burn to start anew
You don't heal
You scorch foundations
I can only smell your burning flesh

You say I'll never understand, History, Addiction and those trials Unfinished.
What of shared knowledge?
Shared pain?
What of shared steps?

You leave drops of blood to follow
I leave bloody footprints in your wake

You worship your pain
I am never admitted into your temple

You seek to drown the light, the voices, the end
I am tethered to that Abyss

Your brands, your cuts, what you do, think and feel
Recall this, what you call your art is only my pain

What is your understanding, is your selfish secret
No revelations have ever come... And I'm still asking

Inside, my brain burns
My spirit and my hopes are lacerated
Daily, moment to moment, I bleed

For you

We... Bleed... Together.