Ripping apart the flesh and bones,
Separating the useless from the sacred,
Flowing thoughts that rush through my head,
Torment and disease that latch onto my soul,
Alone to live in my head,
Tear the pain, squeeze out the guilt,
Feel up the release of my demise,
The dead that hangs upon me,
Dragging me down into this sand pit,
Clutching my heart inside this vice grip,
A taste of bad omens,
Filling my mouth with blood,
As the puss festers in my mind,
Crawling within me,
Irrational hatred for myself,
Knowning my life is going no where,
For all to see this show of pain.