Inside Of Me



I stand before you, tired and meek, frail and withered weak
Having felt the stinging burn of fire, melt my skin, thick in mire
The pain endured to great to resist, the glide, as a razor rounds wrists
Cutting in, not too deep, tingles as flesh yawns to sleep
The flow is slow, light fades to a glow
Where peace finally felt is real, on my knees, for me, I kneel
The strength I have left, saved so I may express
To you, me, I see, my face in the mirror, showing scars left by horror
My true spirit lives inside of me, my garden, my heavens glory
Not among the blessed martyrs, nor those taken as innocent youngsters
Here I am with passion I alone can muster, announce my freedom to live in my own lustre
The only god I know to be, whose light is inside of me

Ax