Defeat
I feel it, flowing from the wound
Leaving a crimson trail
On porcelain skin
I watch it, yet feel no pain
Only a sense of being cleansed
From the poison that has invaded me
The cool blade sings across my flesh
Like a bow on a finely tuned cello
Reminding me that I still live
I breathe, and cry, and love
Or at least I pretend
I'm an actress on their stage
Playing the part others wish to see
They are blind to my wounded spirit
Deaf to the cries of my tortured soul
What will they see when they look upon
My cold, unseeing eyes?
My tongue forever muted..my mind, eternally blank
I'll never know whats in the hearts
Of those that I appease
My body will live long after I've passed
And they will never see
So I sing my song and do my best
To laugh the shadows away
And when I fail at that
I know what to do
I'll take the bow
Play my flesh
And let the blood
Run
cold