I have razorblade poetry
written all over my arms
        syllables of scars
scribbled through every pulsing vein
To show where I've strayed
where I plunged deep
(deeper than any mind should go)

I've been in the Nothingness
     in the storm behind the eye
                        of my mind

                 and I came back
          all that
through the sea of storms
(just to show)
I am more than this
     much more than scars and blood and muffled
screams through the walls
     
     (seven years later)                                              
           I forgot about the screams and scars
the darkness did not call me back
and sometimes
  I trace the
   white lines that flow
    through my veins like
      blood
       they pulse under
         my fingerprints

(Like a memory of pain.)