c u t i t o u t
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I cut open wounds;
I destroyed the veins of the living.
I kissed evil's mouth;
I danced with my mind's demons.

How did I not notice?
How did I not feel?
I've been killing those around me
And suffocating their air.

I shed blood with their tears.
I fed them lies and a smile,
And I ran off with a wicked panic
Leaving them in the dust of my own grave.

I could never revive their joy
In my presence.
I'll live on like a fugitive,
The one that killed all with my absence.

I cut off my fingers
So I would no longer touch
The angel's wings;
So I would no longer stain black.

I shot a grenade into my heart
So I would not feel the pain
of tomorrow;
or the emptiness

screaming

from everyone's

contagious

s o r r o w.