fervor, fervor, fervor

fervor

noun

to cut deep into the skin,

to wash away my thoughts,

to the hands that touched the flesh,

to scratch till blood runs fresh

fervor, fervor, fervor

to the red lines that are my art,

to the pieces i create in the dark, to show off to the light

to the urges i don't try to fight,

to the promises i made with the chance i still might.

fervor, fervor, fervor

to my arms that feel raw and scratchy,

burning, churning, snaggy

to me i am a canvas,

my paintings alluring, gaining glances.

but no one does nothing, because attention is what im hunting

fervor, fervor, fervor

to when it starts late at night,

distant, fleeting. could they? would they? may they? might?

to when i grasp the handle tight, 

should they? can they? will they? try?

to when they're noticeable, red and bright.

lie to? cry to? hurt at? bite?

to when fervor turns to physical fright

attention, for attention, im still not alright