Uncovered Wrists

There's something hidden deep down.

~ Uncover. ~


The secrets you keep,
          A cause my lack of sleep.
                                                               I feel coldness slip
                         Up from my uncovered wrists.
I'm standing on the
           edge.
        You like me hanging on
                    thread.
I feel you s l i p p i n g into my mind.
                                                                      Are these thoughts really mine?
                                     I wear elegant gowns
To mask scars where I hit ground.
     Crown s h a t t e rs once again,
But there's never an end.
                                            I suck air into my lungs,
                                                                 Tasting poison in your tongue.
I drink it all uP,
Clutching lies           from the cup.
You make me lOOk
                                   down
                               From the edge. A reminder I'll drown.
I stumble          back. Youpushmecloser.
                  My wrists grow colder.
There's static in my ears,
A thinning ledge holding me here.
I look uP to gray clouds.
                             You push me
down.





You push me down.







And I breath.
I breath.

The secrets we keep, 

      Cause our lack of sleep. 

                      We're s l i p p i n g into our mind. 

Your thoughts are mine.