At times I feel my veins are filled with distane...
So bleed me out and show me the way of purity...
Tie me down and give my brain a new host...
This human flesh is frail and weak...
Dead...
Twist and tangle me in the webs of dispair...
Is there no one I can trust?
Even I've betrayed myself too many times...
Maybe I like it this way, is pain what I adore? ..
Hopeless...
Sever my limbs then send me off to sea...
Maybe one day I will return to myself...
Have I found false sanity inside my wrist? ..
Or am I just numb from this razor's kiss? ..
Forsaken...
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