Hurt

A poem about being numb.

This song is inspired by Nine Inch Nails’s “Hurt,” specifically about being past the point of feeling and being desperate to experience some sensation.

Dripping blood that leaves no stain
The cut, it caused no pain
The weight of tears behind my eyes
Burden, push, and strain

The flesh is cold as rotten bone
No pleasure have I known
My throne is dirt and lies
In a room of many, I am lost, alone

There is no voice inside my head
Of madness, violence, dread
All is somber lightless skies
The quiet past death, this path has lead

I cut and bruise and bite myself
To try and conjure some response
To make myself hurt
For all else is hollow

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