my disease is more like a colection of dark thoughts
sinister and twisted
unknown to most and yet we all understand the dilema
repressed and oppressed these thoughts grow
they take control, take action
to change our thought, change our perception
our thoughts turn to times when we were ridiculed and rejected by the social norm
making us choose the path of self harm and affliction
the deathly pale moon reflected off silver as it bites into my wrists
the crimson knife etched and staind like my very soul tainted
my life is my disease and in death i will be healed
nice one sweetie...i like it..but dont be doin daft stuff wit knives n that!!