Cravings
I'm having an odd
Craving
Because it's late
And my walls are pacing
It's becoming dark
Inside
Like usual, this time of night.
The secrets and the scars
Come out
Reciting my name
They shout
ART.
The pencil marks
That don't erase
The carvings in my skin,
The madness they trace.
Addicted to relief
That is only temporary
Scars last a lifetime
For something as bitter
As a memory.
Hiding things
From my very own self
Like book marks
Hidden in a book
Lying somewhere
On a shelf.
Tucked away between pages and words
Collecting dust with time
Ticking- never heard.
I'm having a craving
For lines bleeding,
However
A promise I made
Leaves my ART
Unproceeding.