from by Wrists Grow Cold



Make way for the self infliction you've grown to love. Befoul the arms with dirty razor blades and blood. Coincide; two sins becomes one. When the stench of steel mixes with blood. Pigment this skin of pale white with the allure of crimson red sight. It will never be just one; to shed tears or just blood. To always end in pain. To love or to hate or to just sorrowfully remain. Carving until nothing remains. I shall engrave the end with this blade. Carving into my skin until nothing remains.


from Vanish Into Thin Air, released January 1, 2015



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