Bleed For Me

Why?
      Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
      Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
      You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
      At the inside of me
      No one sees the mirror I see
Tiss not true, I see through your eyes
      Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness
      You see nothing ok?

I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke
We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign
Singing with the wind

She whispers
      If I cut myself, to pieces
      I will slowly disappear and float away      
      Inside will be outside
      The emptiness in my eyes will be everywhere
      The Ferris-Wheel ride will end

I slowly gathered up some rather random thoughts
      My life was sunny
      Then one day it rained
      Then sunny
      Rain and sun, rain and sun
      Then the rain came again
      And again…
      Dark clouds hovered
      The days all became nights            
      Until there was daylight no more
      A ghost taunted… I no longer mattered
      Until I became the ghost
      So you see, I have nothing left to cut

She shyly looked over at me, confused it seemed
      You, you… you have money                  
      You look handsome
      I dare say you seem well off
      You have it all, and want for nothing



The neon sign, the crickets, the bedside clock
A symphony of sound in a room of silence, tick tock. Tick tock.
Slowly, I discovered words, softly I dared repeat them

      
      You said I see nothing
      In this, is true, I did look into your eyes, I saw
      Inside of you nothing as you say
      Emptiness
      I saw a poverty of wanton desire, lost to this world
      In this you are also wrong            
      For as I stared you refused to avert my curiosity            
      Our eyes locked
      The emptiness inside of you
      You see
      Is me

Time continued its journey
Tick Tock went the clock
Silence crept towards a comfort

Imperceptible, a few of their fingers interlaced
Touching

The neon sign stop flickering
And cried