Uncircled

Eyes wide open
Eyes wide shut
Life is too short
To be counting old cuts

Slip on the rings
Slip on the fingers
Dig deep with little teeth
As the red light lingers

The air is too tight
It presses in close
Tight fists constricting
Stepping on toes

A one sided mirror
Test subject all alone
Running into walls
Crying for home

Old voices whisper
Old friends turn away
Listening to silence
Because they have nothing to say

Black and white
Burning bridges
Hesitant fingers
As their breath hitches

Creasing brow
Muddled up mind
Asking so many questions
With so little time

The past is the past
And you've bled a lot
Close your eyes
And tell yourself you forgot

You're the last patient
In this hospital for souls
The white walls are red
And your heart is stone

Pick up the daggers
And pick up the nails
Break open your heart again
And pray you don't fail