Lines In The Sand

Have you ever feasted upon a slice of of your own flesh
The first cuts should be small, remember this is just a test
To keep this secret guarded, this cut should be shallow
 What was once sinful and filthy, you have now made hallow

There is a rush of release with just a small amount of seepage
You calculate the ratio, cuts to sins, and which needs to be the deepest
You stare at your wrist totally amazed at the relief from a tiny amount of leakage
The flesh now calls to the razor in a voice sounding kinda fiendish

It seems that anytime the pressures of this world begins to mount
The flesh pleads to the razor, to please come out
Come out and play, please help relieve all of this stress
I'm a problem unsolved, I'm the reason that the world is a mess

Not realizing that I'm an addict, But I needed my cuts deeper and longer
The world hasn't changed, but to me everything looks wronger
My burdens now out weigh my world, I'm a loner in a world of to many
For some reason people are starving in a world of plenty

These are but a few of the things that ravage my mind
That makes me look upon my flesh as sand and I try to draw a line
A line connecting the haves with the have nots, connecting the dots
A line that says if you don't have, then I'll share what I got

This line I know had to be really deep
The crawl back up to the bathroom tile is really steep
But the surge that I get as the blood starts to pour
I realize that my lines are unwanted, and I'm glad that I barred the door