Writhing on the floor in pain its myself that i maim creating patterns in flesh with razor blades as i peel each section of life away pick away at every ounce of skin until every thing is withered and dead inside way too much time locked within my mind allows me time to over-an*lyze everything to sh** i'm so alone, engulfed in these flames i can't find a way out from this hell, where i'm enslaved every waking minute becomes my dying hour as my bleeding heart drips to the floor can you feel my tears? can you taste my blood?