I can feel prickles

About numbness. When numbness gets a taste of what love might feel like, and the self destructive obsession that might come with that. An innocent pain to all but the owner. Throw in some anxiety too.

Haven't felt happy
Haven't felt sad
But I can feel prickles
And the weight of my bags

And

I walk with ten problems
But sometimes with two
I talk with bold notions
And crossed legs for you

But

You f**k me with razors
Shot straight from your eyes
No process or training
You are so alive

See

If you saw me in red
Could I even be blue?
Unless red were the colour
That poured out of you

And so I thought

If you'de hunted for me
Then my mouth would have the hook
My wrists would have the cuffs
My limbs the rope
My skin the net
My flesh the flame
My body the cage
My brain the bullet
My organs the thrill
And your beautiful face
Would stay beautiful still

But

If you saw me in red
Then ide never be blue
Ide sandpaper my skin
And turn golden for you

Author's Note

I am interested in and open for opinions and thoughts. Pay no attention to my very simple description of what actually has countless personal meanings and tell me what you get from this, please. :)