Take a knife
and cut me up
inside out
see my guts.
Read the signs
read them well
see what stories
they have to tell.
Tales with words
words of blood
pouring forth like
a crimson flood.
Can numb be painful?
Can light be dark?
Can outside be in?
the finish the start?
Makes no sense
no sense you see
this mind of mine
the mind that's ME.
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