Have You Been Told?

Have you been told that your breath reeks

The scent of blood

From the hearts that you've chewed and spit

With the scarlet juice dripping down your chin

Have you smelt how your hands smell like

Rusted metal 

From the wrists that you've forced to slit

Spilling the vermilion on washroom tiles

Have you been told how glassy your eyes are

Seeing only Greys

Yet dictating where the rainbows shine

Shattering colours that you don't even see

Have you been told how your skin has wrinkled

From the frowns 

That simply don't understand love

Breaking minds hidden in closets

Have you felt the burden of your sins

The weight of the children

You took from their kin

With the souls that haunt your bedside 

Have you not been told that

No pilgrimages aren't soap

That rinse out hands that have gotten dirty

The river waters you seek 

Sadly, don't flow with bleach

Where you drown yourself in 

And come out clean.

Stomach It

Look at the blood on your hands
The dark pigment slipping through your fingers
How badly do you wish your body were a jacket you could slip out of?

Does it feel good when the blade of your tongue
Cuts right through skin?
Do you taste the metallic taste of the liquid?

Slowly
Methodically
You slice every word to hit a mark

Push the buttons
Pull the levers
Perfectly

Twist the mind
And hence mangle the body
Slow dancing
To the ballad of abuses hurled
In the blood bath

Does the guilt of what you have done ever get you?
Catch up to you while you run around gas lighting lies?

But remember,
Just when it gets too bad
And your insides can't hold the gore
Of what you've done
Stomach it.