That sting in my arm

The lines are running
straight to my heart
Carved from steel
Your words were slick and cunning
oh how i loved your voice
Oh how i know this pain wont heal
that the red is too real
So real that i finally begin to feel
Hurt
Pain
Sufferance
My Savior
My Master
Fuck that bullshit
Ill pick myself up
All over again
Im the king
The ruler
Extendo to Timmy's Tiny Shooter
Disaster to my ex-master
You knew her right?
Thats yo bitch
On my dick
stop that shit
This sting in my arm
The markings that you labeled under
charm
I committed self harm
Am i good
No im better
with you?
No with out
You thought you knew
You thought i could move on and be passed to the crew
You forgetting about me?
Right wrong
You cant trick me
Im the trickster
The trick or treater
The man eater
The Sacred Bleeder
At the podium of your heart,
The SPEAKER.
Listen and Accept this message for im bleeding
For your understanding
For you to love
this sting i feel
makes my feelings closer
closer to the demanding sense that
Pain is better than love
for i can hurt myself instead of having let you hurt me.
I love you but you never loved me.
~Steps off the stool~