Deep Dark Soul
you are a deep dark soul
the mystery of you intrigues me
your lack of worries
your individuality
your past
your future
your feelings
the razor penetrates
but I can not
you bleed
but you do not speak
the needle penetrates
but I can not
blood and chemicals
they ooze out
but your words do not
the pills enter
swallow them
and your words with them
the knife slices
but I can't
twist it
the blood
it pours out
like a mighty fountain
but words
they stay hidden
why can't the words pour, ooze
instead of blood
