Dark Comforts

 

Blood is my gown

Comfort in blades

Selfish am I

Don’t pity me cry

 

Self-mutilation

Exhilaration

Make yourself bleed

For more you shall plead

 

This is the way

That God makes you pay

To him you must pray

For your final day

 

Place trust in our lord

For he gave you those happy marks

Place trust in our father

He led your scared soul to dark

 

We are all merely sheep being led into graves

Killing fields, bloody streams and a nation of slaves

He steals your smiles and won’t let you be

He’s playing with us

Can’t you see? Can’t you see!

 

 

24.03.02 By Gemma Lansdowne