For Sammy

You have yours and I have mine,
they come with thought, experiance and time.
They show not only on the skin,
but thin white lines,
on your soul and in you mind.

Did you deserve it?
No not at all,
you didnt deserve it but you watched it fall.
Crimson not only a colour but a feeling,
Not only your skin but your soul is bleeding.

Thoughts and memories numb and dull,
but when sharp and clear cuts through your skull.

Punishment you call it,
but thats not what I feel.
Its relief,
as if reality stopped being real.

Blade no longer in hand,
will I feel that plesure again?
Blood ozzeing out of my leg, heart and soul.
Another cut another hole.
That I took out of my madness,
or is it truely the infinite sadness?

The spider webs on our soul we share,
I know my past but yours is unclear.

But in the end its not the same,
because life is a game.

You say you deserve it,
I say shit happens,
so Im saving up all my rations.
So when the games done,
Ill be ready for when the pain comes.

You cant explane your plans for the future,
untill you map out your past.
Your mind is a sea.
and were on a little raft.

But atleast if we drown,
we can stop it all.
Because I expect Deaths call.

But for now lets bold our scars.
Let them shine.

You have yours and I have mine