Mutilate

Penetrating the skin
Cold luminous metal
Frees the waters of life
Flowing deep inside.

Hope is wearing thin
Uncontrollable events suffocate
While a glimpse of control can be caught
Slicing through the valley of scars.

Cling to the last fragment of power
As sin tainted water seeps up
Pooled upon the pale surface
Screaming injustice and torture.

Broken creatures become whole
When crimson water meets the blade.
Scar tissue litters the surface
Mirroring scars hidden deep within.