Trauma with Blood
I am often asked,
Why it is I lose balance
And see stars,
Amongst a blackness,
At the sight of blood shed by another?
While I willingly pick,
And bite,
And pull
The skin off my fingers...
Why it is I lose balance
And see stars,
Amongst a blackness,
At the sight of blood shed by another?
While I willingly pick,
And bite,
And pull
The skin off my fingers...