(10-14-02)
My flesh crawls,
Itches for the blade.
A sad reminder of
Who I am.
What I believe
Deep down
That I deserve.
Pain brings comfort.
The one thing I know
Is Real.
So many sweet illusions.
So many lies.
I let the blood,
Mad physician.
Try to cure diseases that
Have not been named.
Scratch designs in this
Amorphous vessel
That I inhabit.
Make a mark on myself
If not life.
Try to free
The angry demons that reside
So deep in me,
So deep in me.
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