Last night I dreamed I had three sisters,
and I killed them one buy one,
what the hell is wrong with me?
It seems my mind has gone.
I feel sick because I caught a glimpse
of myself in the mirror today,
I looked and wished that I could change
in every single way.
Like a gleeful white wedding
that's turned black and blind,
like a runaway bride
is my runaway mind,
stripping flesh from imagined siblings,
playing with guts and gore, you whore;
depravity's slut can't keep his eyes shut,
I've never been like this before.
Now I can't even stand my own face,
not fit for civilisation,
eyes raped with shame and pure disgust,
is God pleased with his creation?