Post by unwanted on Nov 24, 2004 10:53:07 GMT -5
My arms are but the canvas
For the story of my pain
The scars are obscure messages
That tell of all I've been
The blade is a mear vessel
To tell of this my life
And blood is lost aggression
Built up from my strife
The tears are but the overflow
Of pain gone unreleased
My screams are but the outlet
For the hate I am bequeathed
The scars and gashes are the art
Emotion, raw, and pure
Reasons need not be explained
Of this you can be sure
I still remember each one
And the message it conveys
I need not tell the stories
For they all are the same
A broken heart or loosing faith
In god as well as man
My flesh can tell the stories
Better than I can
The hand is for heart breaks
The arms are for the pains
The chest is for the theft of heart
And legs for being someone's game
I am a living work of art
And stories have I many
And never would the words come out
So one partook in his skinning
The holes left in my hands
Are from the times words broke me down
And burned sections of my arms
From when other brought me down
And there you have the work called matt
For the story of my pain
The scars are obscure messages
That tell of all I've been
The blade is a mear vessel
To tell of this my life
And blood is lost aggression
Built up from my strife
The tears are but the overflow
Of pain gone unreleased
My screams are but the outlet
For the hate I am bequeathed
The scars and gashes are the art
Emotion, raw, and pure
Reasons need not be explained
Of this you can be sure
I still remember each one
And the message it conveys
I need not tell the stories
For they all are the same
A broken heart or loosing faith
In god as well as man
My flesh can tell the stories
Better than I can
The hand is for heart breaks
The arms are for the pains
The chest is for the theft of heart
And legs for being someone's game
I am a living work of art
And stories have I many
And never would the words come out
So one partook in his skinning
The holes left in my hands
Are from the times words broke me down
And burned sections of my arms
From when other brought me down
And there you have the work called matt
