damn you
damn them
damn me especially
damn them it all to hell
i wanna fucking kill myself
what would they do
if i did
kill myself
death and misery
is that all that's left for me
is it
is it all that's left for me
am i writing lyrics
or a poem
or a wailing drail
what am i doing
where does sanity lead
its led me to insanity
so where doesn't insanity lead
to useless writings such as this
lead to my wrist, perhaps?
its red
its wet
its 2 inches long
its painful to move
wasn't to painful to create
i can't feel myself and feel that it is me
i feel like a blanket
a dog
blade
black gloves for a black heart
for a black insanity
was it led to me myself
was it thrown at me
this red line wasn't
this hell
this insanity
hell
not hell
i'm not lucky enough to be in hell
i'm still alive
for anyone that looks at me
can a dark one tell?
when i look in a mirror i don't see me
an alien
if i touch myself
i feel nothing
its like touching an egg
only it isn't warm
warmth has no meaning for me anymore
so very cold
different than ice
ice still the same
so very cold