Bathe Waters

** this is from before i wrote Steel Will... ** tiny trails of blood flutter up and kiss the surface a mark i never made a statement that wasn't saved. and i lay in cold bath waters and watch it come to life. a bubble, tiny prick floating now flowing quick. i cant help but smile and miss the pain the marks i asked for the score i wasn't keeping. the problem is when the world is winning you no longer want to play the game... 46 to 37, left arm right... skin missing flesh, out of sight. burned with scars and rigid marks i sometimes look upon the pale white skin and wonder what if once more i let the steel sink in? just for a moment, just one more just a tiny nick ... can you understand? and i fight with myself and somehow i win. i cry and fall back alseep you're not worth these tears and you're not worth this life. xoxo Ellie J