Open Wounds
05/22/05
By: Xaero
Copyright 2006 DarkFusion.org / Xaero



Affinity in your hand
Sharp like a knife, but far from stainless
I can see our reflection as it draws near

Intuition tells me its time has come
As I see the blade pierce against its skin
Push it in slowly, twist it faster
Tearing apart what was once your's
As it empties into nothing
Oh, what a tragedy this has become

Not dead yet, but it's gasping for air
Would have been easier to aim and pull the trigger
But you chose to drag on and let it suffer
No point in reasoning, it's always the same
That cold drawn out stare that you've earned to your name

It didn't have to end this way
It didn't have to go this far
Trying to savor what you've lost
After the boundaries were crossed

You see the doors begin to close
"You" being the last word you heard
Although the words before it weren't what you used to hear
But instead a metaphor of what we used to do 
To satisfy the lust within ourselves
As you turn and walk away
Oh, what a tragedy this has become, or has it?