I descend into darkness with a wound on my wrist,
Bleeding and screaming in an eternal bliss.
I feel only hatred rise in my heart,
Controlling me,
Using me.
I feel the crimson knife,
Tapping the vein.
I lay on the floor,
With my blood flowing out.
I breathe deeply,
Trying to control this craving to die.
Trying to control my urge to scream.
I stare at my mirror reflection,
Feeling only pure hate.
I try to breathe,
But suffocate.
I try to breathe life,
But only breathe death. |
