Uneasy Pills – Rantings of a lost ID.iot

Scraping the skin on my wrists, waiting….

Scraping the skin on my arms, waiting….

Scraping the skin on my neck, waiting….

but no blood flows.

Cutting the skin on my face, waiting….

Cutting the skin on my torso, waiting….

Cutting the skin on my legs, waiting….

but no blood flows

Carefully, opening my chest, between my ribs, waiting….

Carefully, piercing my heart with a knife, waiting….

but no blood flows

because, I thought you were joking

when you said you’d take it all.