Fountain

A fountain of red.. Pours forth from my arm Oh how I've waited, This sweet wine feels so good Please tell me... Am I sick? Paint it across my face Tell me, am I sick? I've always wondered... How my own flesh, Would taste.. Oh so sweet I'll take these marks.. And forget they're there This taste is too good.. To give up Unblinking I stare into the mirror At the mess I've made.. Of myself Nights like this, Are the most memorable All those memories return Along with more to spare.. How did I forget that? Nevermind.. God, tell me Will you punish me? I've only tasted my own blood.. I've only hurt myself.. none else.. Tell me Am I sick God? Tell me.. Who's to blame.. Since I can't see.. How I abandoned And raped myself.. Only the others..  so tell me Who's at fault God? I would cry some empty tears.. But they've fallen already And this hellish earth Has already evaporated any traces Tell me God.. When I'll feel again Sinec my teeth aren't doing much.. To my arms Some use blades But that's too quick.. All the fun is gone then.. No pain.. Just flashes.. Let me know.. Am I sick? Let me know.. If these tears and scars.. Matter at all Let me know if I can stop, This fountainn Let me know.. If I'm too far gone..I was in a really bad fit last night.. wasn't exactly thinking straight. I'm sure you can tell by how this came out.. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 09:13 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1