Chandra83's picture



Cuts and scratches
Cover me
Like armor
But flexible

There is so much red
And so much blood
But I feel immortal
And unafraid of death

I sit and examine
All the hurt I've caused
Out of rage for things
I can't contain

I clean myself up
And slip into bed
At peace with the thought
That I have some control.

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AndyGetch's picture

Very interesting contrasts in the lyric: out of rage/at peace, armor/flexible, can't contain/have some control. Nice one!