Self-Inflicted

Self-Inflicted

I want to destroy these monsters

But devastating them

Destroys a part of myself.

I feel more alive in the shadow

than the light.

I prefer the creaking hollow in my bones

to the noise of people, the static, the show.

I have been violated

by poisons from hidden valleys,

I have been stung by leaking ink

dripping dark words for unconscious levies.

Sometimes my body is just floating

Trying to contain centuries of memories

That try to perforate every part of me.

And I was only just becoming used to this skin

Now it is filled with punctures and slits,

Fingers of devils play piano on my spine

I don't believe in hell anymore

Because now I believe in me.