Cut deeper baby
And soon you'll find
A sense of feeling
In suicide
Engraving stripes into her skin
She pours the salt inside
And savour the sweet temptation for cyanide
Inamorata
Tattooed her scars
Lasting forever
A woeful work of art
Buried alive
By her own self-esteem
Six feet below
Lies only silent screams Hopelessness manifested
Neglect has claimed it's prize
The flaying of her flesh is
Sorrow advertised
Inamorata
Tattooed her scars
Lasting forever
A woeful work of art
Externalized
The pain that underlies Desensitized
To the song of her demise
Shes drowning in self-hate, swimming in privilege
Demanding attention
While shes dying for it
Inamorata
Tattooed her scars
Lasting forever
A woeful work of art