The Tools That Will Save You

Hours and hours I sit
Carving letters into my arm, they spell
D-I-E.
With a rusty nail, I let them sink in

My infected heart
Is full of maggots...
As they eat me,
My arm bleeds
Rust mixes with blood,
Now we have what we want.
Don�t we?

No feeling, you can�t feel anything.
Can�t feel your tears,
Can�t feel the nail
Can�t even feel your heart beating.

And it burns, but I love the pain.
A watery red substance surfaces
Yet like a crayon you continue to draw
Draw until your skin can feel no more.

And this note will last you forever
And yet it�s so beautiful..
So many sharp objects
In your possession.
All of them angrily rusty and yet, so fucking beautiful.
These are the tools that were made to save you