Blood...the taste of it across my skin bring this pleasure
knowing it's wrong yet it's my escape from breathing
the air around me is toxic
walking on egg shells in this land of absolute nightmares
I find myself not pitting the souls which come across my tatter body
Tears find no place upon my face
screams fall upon silent ears
and cuts hid among my skin
tell me I'm insane
and beg me to end this
Do I listen to the voices in my head
or do I find myself dying inside once again
slowly counting down till my next fate fall
and here I will crawl
in the bed of my desired death
till the sun find virtue among my sanity
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