Message from a Trans

Click. Click. Click.

A flame sparks to life.

Blue and red and gold.

Burns the blade of the knife.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

Grey metal turns to black.

It chars as it heats.

And I hold my breath back.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

The sound of searing skin.

Slide the blade across my arm.

To keep the devils in.

The smell a stink that stings my nose

My breath it catches as I hold

In my hand the handle’s cold

Despite the flames that burned so gold

Before I broke into my skin

In hopes to keep the devils in

The only hope I have that’s left

My heart it screams inside my chest

But all I have’s this burning blade

And fear and pain is all He gave

For god abandoned long ago

The child that cried in deepest woe

For he knew not the life he’d lead

Or all the pain and misery

When he cried in his mother’s arms

And begged to die or ne’er be born

He held a smile for all to see

So they’d know naught his misery

Though nights he’d mourn in silence he

Was locked away for none to know

The torment born inside his soul

All pain is kept within the glow

Flames are all he can discern

Of searing metal dull and burned

From nights of sorrow suffered hurt

The grief that’s locked and held within

In hopes to keep the devils in

 

Bury

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Abirami says:

    This is really deep. I love this! Amazing work.

    Like

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