Whims of a weary traveler

All I wanted was a nap

I know its not okay for me to ask for your forgiveness

when I look in the mirror for the fifth time tonight and wonder how the fuck I did this

what once were faded scars you couldn't see if you didn't look hard enough

are now bleeding puncture wounds for all the world to see

I thought just maybe it would help to set the demons free

maybe one or two or three just to let them breath

but one turned into ten and ten turned into twenty

and now I cant count them all the amount of blood is stunning

blood has always been an object of my fixation

the only thing that stays the same in an every changing nation

but the problem with such a strange obsession

is you have to go to extreme lengths to attain such succession

but is the sight at all worth while

when your visions blurred and you can't even watch the show

as it all pours out ever so slow

the pain might become all too much

and you'll take some pills to numb the cuts

but the blood doesn't stop and the pain doesn't end

your vision remains blurred

but your words are now slurred

as you stumble across the room tripping over word after word

finally the collapse

after another painful relapse

but when your eyes close

and you can't feel your toes

but you somehow feel your heart as it slows

you feel a large jolt

and you catapult

back to reality where your vision is cleared

and the world is still here

it was all just a dream

but you lift up your sleeve

your head is filled with silent screams

you drift back to sleep