What Dreams May Come

One for the encounter
One for the false fame
Two for the shame of loosing at her own game.
One more to make it look pretty.

How did you get those scars?
Better think of something witty.

She watches the hurt ooze out in crimson streams
She bites into the pillow that muffled her screams
Ah, the sting, it brings her pleasure
The rusty smell of blood is something she treasures
Look how each gash lay gracefully upon her thigh
When she gazes upon them she gets a euphoric high

The razor glides smoothly upon her supple skin
That one wasn't deep enough
Better go over it again.

She claws and digs until the hurt in her heart has disappeared
Then she stares at her masterpiece
A poetic type of weird

One day he'll come along
And kiss the scars she's engraved in her skin
Tell her she's beautiful and deserves more than this sin
She'll dig her fingers into his flesh
And get a release that they'll share
She will be his every care

Love will be the only thing that oozes out
And she will finally know what all the fuss was about