Saturday, July 10, 2010

Write my name and forget it

Whose voice was it?
Did I really say this out loud?
Who was really holding the knife?
Can't remember what happened
Just forget
Forget who you are
The murderer will never be known and there won't be witness either
Carve the words on your flesh
Or maybe on her, his, whatever...
If it goes deep enough, you won't be able to tell who it was
Don't want to remember
Can't open. Don't want to open my eyes
Carve, just carve
He is carving
I am carving
We are carving
Nobody is doing anything
No eyes to see and no mouth to tell
Whereas there ever was or wasn't doesn't have any importance
I want to get away from this place I call myself
Murdering myself through the hands of another by killing anybody as long as it doesn't matter.
I don't, nobody does.