Shards - Starkweather

Summon forth the rain wash away the filth I can blanch memories I

Can’t cleanse my soul Summon forth the flames, strip flesh from bone I

Can’t slough memories they’re like second skin One cut for memory

Another for hope I’m probing for answers Can only strike a nerve

Cutting cables Unloading dead weight Until nothing remains An innate

Self-loathing pouring from every aperture These holes in my skin let

The darkness out Let it flow These holes in my skin let the darkness

Out Let it flow There’s nothing less in this world than what I think

Of myself A broken man Paint a picture of a broken man Search — For a

Reason Probe deep Strike a nerve The scars have faded weathered away

Through the years All memories remain intact, clear Crystalline and

Unpure Cutting cables, Unloading dead weight until nothing remains

These holes in my skin let the darkness out let it flow In rivulets of

Blood that flow down my arms Into the drain Rivulets of blood flow

Down my arms Into the drain An innate self-loathing pouring from every

Aperture Never a truer feeling than pain To assure me I’m alive