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Cut myself for the thrill,

Bleed myself for the release,

Letting the soiled mess flow,

Trying to remove the demons,

Glowing in exstancy,

Now wanting more of the same,



Burning the flesh I never wanted,

Singe the mess I have left,

Scarred forever in hellish delight,

Want the sins that I embrace,

Cold are the viens that run through me,

Warm are the days I've left behind,



Fresh in my imagination, the love I would die for,

The love of lust that I can never have,

Wanting only to hold this person,

Never able to touch her,

Almost tasting her on my lips at night,

Oh god why me?



Have I upset you so greatly that you cast me aside?

For all to laugh and pity,

For all to see in disgust,

For all to know I am dead inside,

For all to never understand,

For all to convict and hate,

For all... to witness die,



And yet I find no release of these demonic thoughts,

The war of hemispheres in my head over lust and love,

Passion that was never meant to be mine,

Yet I yearn to be loved and held,

Loved for who I am, known for what I am,



Dissappearing into the sea of faces,

Covering my scarred and burned arms,

Trying to forget that I exist,

Knowing I'm meant for nothing,

Yet still trying to be someone,

I'll never be me.