On a restless night, I caught myself carving in
my flesh another one of your sins.

My skin, splitting apart like the red sea.
revealing beneath, fraying nerves.

A thousand needles pierce through my mind –
no feeling could be this kind.
When you made me duller than my blooded blade
and wishing for nothing but to fade

I watch my reflection in the shower rain,
and the crimson drags the ichor to the drain.
These scars make me wonder – was it all in vain?