Name: Its Just Skin Deep

Genre: Poetry

Song chosen: Santana, "Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen" and The Rolling Stones, "Sympathy for the Devil"

Description: N/A

Blood...
Blood...
Is dripping from the sink,
As I lift my face to the sky and weep,
It runs to the tiles,
Pools at my feet.

Oh, I got Sympathy for the Devil,
The Black Magic Woman,
The damned Gypsy Queen,
For their bloody tears.

I hate you,
For doing this to me,
As the blade flashes again and again,
Ever deeper,
Into the skin.
Marks for the future, wounds of the present, gates of the past,
I'll hate you forever,
For what you've done to me.

Oh, I got Sympathy for the Devil,
The Black Magic Woman,
And the damned Gypsy Queen,
What I wouldn't do,
To join you,
In that pool of despair.

The razor clatters,
In the sink,
Vision blurring,
I fall to the floor.
Tears of red,
Run down my face,
Into the cracks,
That are my mask.

My shattering Mask.

The bathtub glints,
In the light,
As I slip,
Into its warmth.

Oh, I got Sympathy for the Devil,
The Black Magic Woman,
The damned Gypsy Queen,
As they make their tracks,
Across the globe.

Water gushes,
Dirty, filthy
Over my body,
Red and Grey,
Together in harmony.

Oh, I got Sympathy for the Devil,
The Black Magic Woman,
The Gypsy Queen,
Oh, yes I do.
As I take my life,
In the fluttering light,
Of this motel of the dead,
Music blaring,
Flickering lights glaring,
Gun shots firing.

Goodbye, my baby,
I won't see you anymore,
Forgive your mother,
For her black little heart.
She just can't stand the sight of you,
The memories you incur,
Please forgive her,
As she picks of the rusted blade again.

Oh, I got Sympathy for the Devil,
The Black Magic Woman,
The Gypsy Queen,
Oh, yes, I truly, truly do.

The blade looks so innocent,
As I press it to my throat.
The tears come again,
Oh, they do come again.
I can do it,
Oh yes I can.
The slits in my wrists,
Are testaments to that.
They sting,
They hurt,
I just want to die,
Cry,
Just go away, please.

The knife is so cold,
Like a piece of ice.
But the blood,
Oh, the blood,
Is so warm.
It makes me sleepy,
I just want to sleep.
The water rises,
Spills over the side.
Goodnight,
Goodnight,
I will but cannot cry.

Oh, I got Sympathy for the Devil,
The Black Magic Woman,
The Gypsy Queen,
If they had half the life I did,
In these short few years.
Of death and tears,
Of pain and hate,
Constant complaints.
So I say goodbye,
Goodbye,
Water gone pink,
Limbs gone numb.
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
I'll see you in the afterlife.