Seal it with The Kiss or Rip it with A Slit

Each time you carve a line
across the throbbing tenderness
it seems to mark a cross
signifying something lost.

And when you hear them scream
thousands of them all at once
it seems you just wake from a dream
when by the redness the tips gleam.

Each time you try to carve
or dig deep into your hide
it seems you try hard to starve
those whom you faithfully abide.

And when you hear the loudness
and measure the goodness
of their voices
you think no more but of rejoices;-

then Each time you shall peel
away your sadness by the layers
and replace them with misery
when you wrestle with humanity.