Bloody Lips

The fresh gleam of
split skin,
forcing, committing to
the sin.
Self destruction leaves
a sort of glee
but the cause -
oh the cause!
I will fall to my knees.
My head in my hands
my hands thoroughly scarred
I listen to the commands
I laugh at you, but
behind bars.
This is over, I am through
simply months away til the day
I may say goodbye
to you.
Until then I submit
to the bloody lips
and cut up hips.

Author's Note

Not one of my best by any means.