If Blood Be..

If blood be the signature of the soul.
Then why can't I
wear it on my hands.
In my eyes, a band in my hair
and
A voice upon my lips.

Why do you bind
my world?
In a cocktail of drugs
Pumped to suppress
the world within.
Hide the pain, dirty, disgusting
pain.

Is only ecstasy perfect?


But I don't want to hide I need you to
see.
To feel, to bleed like I do, when I carve
My
soul to the surface and etch it in emblems
Down my body. Don't
turn away

Don't bring in
science.

Something's wrong that can't be
cured.
I wrote my insides on my skin
Now listen. Hold
me and read deeper.
And maybe you'll see.
Maybe you
will feel.
And touch, and then help me
heal.

Don't let them trap it inside.
Help
me out.

Because all I can do is write?