These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
Not AgainI stand up, only to be pushed down againNot Again3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I fight back, only to be beat down again
I breathe in, only to be drowned again
I swim up, only to be sunk again
I walk forwards, only to be dragged back again
I try to run, only to be caught again
I try to be accepted, only to be rejected again
I've struggled too much,
I'm tired of getting up
This time...I'll stay down
In the interests of transparencyIt's clear to seeIn the interests of transparency11 months ago in Scraps More Like This
that I'm as fragile
as glass -
and every time
that you look through me;
I crack up.