Mourner Poem by Nate Jones

i see nameless yet unfreindly faces
that leave their traces
mocking lips
that sink ships
starring eyes
dwells hateful lies
the sadness of life
manifested with a knife
scath my body
it's not my hobbie
get me high
far away i will fly
crimson cut blade
i want to be saved
fall through my skin
it's so very thin
setting in the corner
i become a mourner
my mind has gone blank
how much more can i take
i feel like dirt
this is the way i ease my hurt