Zip

Turning on the holy ones,

Oh I knew,

I knew this day would come. 

My face so marred,

Yet so sleek,

My arm bleeding with such reek. 

The world unknown,

The floor looks foreign,

My mind so torn.

Blood dripping,

I can’t stop tripping,

My edge cuts me so,

In that mirror I’ll always know,

The deadly silence in its ever glow.