Fire

Music is the thing that lets me cry

So that I don't burn apart from the inside.

But there was none of that tonight.

Instead I took a shower with my blade.

I'd been planning on saving it but decided

No, I need this,

And after a cigarette burn

How could I resist more?

It felt like a dulled burn,

But also accented.

It burnt to claw at the cuts

But that brought more of the watery fire.

I watched the blood drip down,

Covering my body,

Like a little liquid flame,

One that burnt out all too quickly.